the
best of the bundle, the lion out the cave, the sabertooth soul.
a
lady in skies, wilder than faith, like raiding the Canaanites; it’s ours, the
Promise, doing laps around Jericho.
grant
forgiveness, Jesus, take my grave, Jesus, likes form dislikes, Jesus.
so
battled inside, it’s pathological, it’s amazing how parents raised us.
broken
nerves, false joys, a picture on a phone; so much mud, bloody dirty, trying
heaven!
dreams
on a scale, a whale as a future, like careful to offend the elephant.
so
much felt in states, a mind clever to avoid itself, many don’t know what sanity
requires:
a
can of denial, a vat of abuse, a snakelike mirror.
so
deceived, it seems apropos, our reasons for omitting evidence; sipping music,
long live the artists, tides with tides lost in terrors.
pathetically
happy, savage niceness, or forbidden ecstasy.
trips
to esoteria, a woman as a king, a man as witness.
maybe
an infant runs the house, forbade from liquor, laughing, longing, broad
daylight.
at
an ottoman kneeling, the wife watching, possessing everything to make it right.
depend
on minds, wise souls, sliding into a cemetery.
