russet picturelessness,
maple syrup, dear pain letters. it’s been hurt city, feeling indifferent, it
creeps evermore; those nostrils, seeing more, smelling anxiety.
mauve insights,
royal candor, more angst, more hallways. adoring garnet wines, eating ribs,
trying harder at it; the macaroni sorrow, a bunch of pieces, while trying to
glue the parts.
my brains ache, I divorce
my brains, they laugh at the paperwork.
some mistake, some
culture, some sickness: those grins at moments, those fevers at seconds, I must
live this way: cerise gin, strawberry ice cream, looking quite terrific;
giggling with sin, loved by wilderness, from afar, she might touch an ear.
deepness in azure,
telic about communion, asking concerning love ontology.
an eyeful of
warmth, never tried to run, making me shift, shun, catching a last emotion; so
tangled, so gathered, standing aloof from stars, so close to skies, floating
over love.
above a violet
leaf, susurrous winds, as made into interpretation; full bodied forest, twigs
crackling, trefoil odor wafting; if told passion as life, if cuddled through
wars, would art be miraculous?
