Thursday, December 9, 2021

Each Person Is Glowing: Is It Illegal?

 

scissors to the paper, frolicking with ideals, cursed blessings.

origami pains, trans-made penalties, auburn, black eyes—somewhere asking for rains.

eating diesel, eating those temperaments, amazed how one is forced to respond; a problem in his guts, a faulty intuition, how in hell to misguide self!

abraded emotion, nimbus cries, numen autumn. repeated motion, a razor to product, been a longer day. those pouty eyes, begging prior to axes, wild feats, stuffed pride.

ablaze me, infuse skies, see lights flickering like gold; counting miseries, so far at times, close in an instance.

touched much ink. he touched more. a true hustler. a mean soul. I stab out, hit traffic, spark a cigarette and look in my rearview.

awash me, baptize my brains, it only works with application; people waiting, like a miracle is easy, it may happen, God needs participation.

I told a secret: “Return to me, and I’ll return to you.”

it speaks to initiative, works, self-possession.

we look mean, a room filled with souls, each reading a book, each glowing, each fretting his heartbeat.

they’re looking, they’re on prowl. I wonder what the fuss is about.

wrong hands! wrong dance! it hurts, looking at reflection, held down by obligation—still lethal, so legalized, it wasn’t my first thought.

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