bounce me into friction, the dog
ravished the kitten, the mothers at one last hit—the rocks, those pebbles,
digging into faces—a fool for hells, a member of euthanasia, why in gods should
suffering overcome comforts? so buried, a juvenile, walking harder, looking weak,
so afraid they might sense father’s absence. a snake in me, a gift in others,
my conscience felt like chewed neckbones. so whipped, so enlove, like a damn
monkey. into gusts, better into rain, the reign of the bully—met a cool chap,
was at it like thieves, jealousy crept in—the bare-handed disrespect, the
rumors, I keep surrendering—it seems crazy, but gods need mercenaries. I’ve
read Tibet, I feel Black-Asian, unto a masters in human condition. I hit a
fence, a face roused, the pain is in the silence. I met a woman, an Italian
goddess, I was tripping, a woman with three kids, a husband, drifting nine days
a month into fantasies. I appear to myself. we conversate. I flip into an
apparatus. so prison related, so accomplished, such hate from beings doing
excellence. bounce me into friction, the cat killed the kitten, too many odors,
not enough clarity. I listen, like close as an ear, debating status, confines,
chi, and pain.
