I need
to see clearly, sipping tequila water, baptized Sunday evening. Nanny
was in attendance.
missing
innocence, those vague years, head in a pillow; some pedestal for love, never
knew, the gut grit of courage.
a
single mother, a father committing execution, trying to fix a broken sun. wires are labyrinth.
turquoise
problems, beige feelings, marooned hopes; so sad inside, so lovely out there,
never understood how intestines gravitate.
if
desire is fixation, fixation is disappointment, the response determines the
execution. fixation is also success.
a
man did twenty years on death row, found parts of self, it meant so little,
isolation, then, execution. coldness!
moving
slower, emotion is fire, an average celebration: Bugatti wings, Bugs Bunny
laughter, bail in jeopardy.
she
was clear in her assertion: “I can’t fix you up—I still miss you.” contradiction is obsession.
inside
of each person, seems to live ambition, many are reaching for exospheres; more
are suffering, pain is ant-vaccination, most sit at the center of invisibility.
colors
fade at some point, with lingering remnants, surprised most still have
velocity; forced into reality, learning to adjust thoughts, celebrated as
winners.
the
strength comes from within, forgiveness comes with clarity of conscienceness,
love depends on qualifications.
