the
roughness of the pain, the idle look, gazing at a Bugatti.
the
vein skipped, the laws broken, at a County Central, abused inside.
sirens
in ghettoes, blazing in communities, dreams made into something escapable.
by
a civilization, to act uncivil, by aristocracy to legalize slavery.
many
follies, scraped out, a miracle to be in chains. he died after twenty, a
fledgling man, whole skull in parts.
the
mirror feud, screaming like a maniac, mother asked, “What are you seeing?”
many
won’t get in, no matter the begging, some born for condemnation.
it
sounds familiar, right-on earth, forbidden to win; so begrudgingly, eating raw
liver, vomit full of trash bags.
another
tassel. does it matter? it must mean something. many spasms, many muscles. more
success.
rolled
a ten, big letters, young ghosts, a face filled with smoke.
so
darkened, at courage, many waiting for the final gavel drop.
remembering
an infant, cuddled in arms, dreams stop happening.
the
soul catches visions, hears sounds, adapts to existence.
life
rain motifs, curbside sales, another pair of digits.
Love
like magic, so mystic, I never lived like that; feeling weak, stronger days,
crystalized hours.
ink
melting, body eager, if one opportunity—to laugh at a second, to come down tipsy,
to grip, scream, flip into a dimension.
amazing
how it happens. some recurrent theme, many parents trying harder.
ripples
in waves, graves in skulls, cemeteries near highways.
brooding
those weeks, listening to thoughts, it got silly.
