Thursday, November 25, 2021

Resisting The Permanent

 

color tones, a whit yellow, a whit broken—should live ambivalence, I feel different, should be proud to be me, as opposed to anti-me.

grabbed the wheel, skirted passed Figueroa, slid into chaos—the motive bleeding, I need more, Love is action; birds humming, chumming falsely, at a woman bigger than Jaws.

asking, it sounds redundant, it sounds soft, never been into more than God’s children.

rest in peace, too many, skipped Christmas like ten years. petit nickels, petit crimes, feeling larger than my existence.

was told about a thrust, assigned to survival, more realness, they have issues with us.

at a bee-eater, at an anthill, I no longer feel like a sluggard. heard when he died, a good person, misidentified—swooping, swooshing, it was in his attitude, it was in his body—it became his sacrifice!

keep it clear.

opened a page, gazing at starlings, listening to mother’s wisdom. misunderstood. I keep mixed analogies. at a crypt, at captives, back to my carpet.

masked weavers, dirty beavers, a penitentiary of grievers; at Love with distance, she returned the usage, only pain understood.   

PS.

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