dreams
are government, into dilemmas, executing inner daisies; gripping soil,
abandoned, left for dead, like life is illegal.
working
longer hours, chancing deeper scales, measured in backwoods; learned to
rethink, thought I could think, until I met true thinking.
hours
resurrect daily, minutes barely breathe, seconds can’t be captured.
losing
sleep, trying to control life, I disappear, revamp, came, too, calm to argue.
her
mouth filled with diamonds, her body filled with tattoos, her attitude is quite
rude, room for a mansion appetite.
waves
into dungeons, chimney lungs, a liver aching, I lean into traffic; cursed, skin
deaths, rolling Bugler, like roll-your-own!
thought
I could think, like a damn joke, walking a high wire; too many hungry, too few
on beats, a reef, subtle rest, at best, a locomotive.
thrashing
through thoughts, osmosis, longer hours—most keep listening; a bug in the
temple, a priest eating kosher, laughing with his sacrifice—giving more,
clever, outwitted an early death.
I
often wonder, on something simple, like what those might gain; are they
intimate, how do they dance, is she select in her activities?
like
a foolish person, asking if it changes, a routine is just as it floats.
