it
comes to dreams, a bad product, so fly, rolling dice—at my face, at my guts,
life worth more than a Rolex.
loving
like gnats, swarming our bodies, awakened to our culture.
exotic
diamonds, flowers in ghettoes, Love swooped, scooped, laughed, like feeling
good.
her
hot lips, filled with sarcasm, at times, too sardonic—giggling over herbs, not
weed, just feeling science.
gambling
again, secure in God’s methods, asking forgiveness—The Great Demon!
over
a cactus, eating an apricot, liked for honesty—never gave tension, just
listened, I’ve a problem with anti-me; oozes out, leaking out, woke up, sparked
a nightmare.
I’ve
butterflies, over petit nickels, knuckles to bars, been so lost those seasons;
converse in spirit, it looks different, it feels like another planet; Love so
big, so underestimated, so academic.
it’s
been time at fuchsia graves, eating truffles, palms in soil, just planted a
miracle.
most
feel their fruits, some are absent, I know my problems!
so
third in person, so sudden in firstness, acting wilder, eating ages, wholeness
questioned.
another
dream, another apology, another soul catching fumes: too lost, it’s over, I can’t
become some person.
