show
me love, try not to tell me love.
too
much broken, too much shattered.
so
early it was, the banshee appeared,
she
battled to destroy us, so left
behind
so
lost, so relocated.
I heard
he had you, so sexual, I
imagine
the excellence, every position,
I let
myself down.
the
soul is vexed, a minx, fur inside,
spinning,
essence grieving—so low in
voltage
lately, trauma eating behavior,
I knew
the destruction; I could feel it.
lights
out, smelling courage, I come to
us,
self,
pain in glory. good times,
like
a widow, like black fights, so
cultured,
so esoteric, so disruptive.
is
it Adele’s pain, transformation,
Kerry’s
acting, beautiful the attractive
vats,
liquor in blood, taste buds
blooming,
Bassett’s mastery—last in
line,
first in infatuation—I heard we
had fun?
no
time left. I realize it’s meaningful.
to
have one legacy, one gift, so pulled,
looking
at pressure, wondering, what
we
tolerate;
so foolish, I want to feel like a
fool,
a clown, I want to touch, like
never
on a good day—shaking, face
buried,
tears of ecstasy, as given
something,
we couldn’t afford to spend.
a
man knows he’s in trouble, to
ponder
the beloved, eyes watering,
palms
made of awareness,
looking
at invisible nails. jumping into
my
mind, coalescing with passion,
converging
on faith—I heard more is
impermanent.
I
thank us for excellence—hurting
riddles,
threshing moons, too much to
suggest
impersonality.
