maybe plastic
elasticity, a telephone screaming, got waves of flickering.
I loved, as best I
could, going through pains, something growing inside.
I ate a demon,
black knights, energies dark, full throttle. praying on a unicorn, conversing
with an elf, wondering, do we wake up? is it over? like damn, all those years!
at mind cemeteries,
a hundred deaths, entwined in one life; Love is bad, a good problem, aching her
heart, headed into danger—the last to abort me! I force fire into fierceness.
by a fistful of
diamonds, jewels on the black market, facing more time than Al Capone.
watch the
weakness, it kills, it confuses—like grandiose, heard to much, felt too worse,
being into a sky feeling. I see ants, I feel bugs, I have it until I die!
maybe next life,
the same ferociousness, a whit closer to a bad ass machine; her liquid eyes,
her oiled breath, maybe to die in us.
many wildflowers,
metaphors for people, hit haven heart unhealed—how in time, over nicotine,
longing to taste her?
