loosing fewer, most thankful, in knowing
the soul; sold a sky, made anxiety, so much future in a dead end.
try to unlove the phantasm, it hurts to
know facts, despite, perception made platinum.
at a picture, just like dizzy, feigning a
family with kids—every color, each hustle, most blurry gymnastics.
kids rest safely, the room is louder,
mother’s voice reverberates—it causes rain, nerves broken, by 20, a twitch.
to fear mystery, how in gods—to touch,
like running, like dying, streets bleeding, gas explosive, a fact, more love
adores itself.
in tears, gravel & graves, ashes,
eating bones, gristle, fires, dirt made of human.
a scab leaking, nervous at the deaths,
listening to till, too blasted to fret ill, at a grill in kef, tobacco betting
life, Love was gross sickly!
many pranks, skating irony, at parody laughing,
at satire, forced to reflect—was it ice?
phones inside, never thought it, to feel
tapped, recorded, an emotion, just left my mind.
roaming waves, to strike a heart, no
remedy, the soul is afflicted!
