can’t
convince walls, can’t baptize invisibility, most wonder—into silence, something
watching, how have we become banshees?
I
must live, in a green kingdom, speaking tongues aside an interpreter.
time
skates, silicon is popular, so much room for improving.
bullet
proof personalities, a problem riddled personality, like rich as St. Paul.
trying
on a wrong glint, into miracles, should be exhilarated, should be most intolerant.
should
be a demon, conversing with darkness, should be dead.
mother
raised me, father baptized me, granny braved me—more musicology, more fretting,
a crush in mud.
it
goes too far, manufacturing emotions, as if predicated on truth. friendship
means—we canteen our insecurities—we can never go fatal—we’ll never be wrong.
a
soul is underestimated, it comes swiftly, it’s premeditated disturbance.
to
look, knowing for integrity, knowing for honesty, to utter, “You must be
confused.”
as
if a loud reaper, as if by a design, gunning back to the first visits.
