Sunday, January 30, 2022

The Only Problem

 

like a barracuda, those eyes, thitherto, a product of two cultures. the war for the mestizo, the fledgling racing through cornfields. the violet passage, the head of cabbage, the sausage on a lonely journey. the scholars I admire.

sense the uncomfortable incipience, the way it came into existence, so deranged back when, it didn’t make quickening sense. I dislike the laughter—as filled with suspicion, many icons look so shady. wasting time, or a locomotive, up and out into the wilderness, hunting for game, plucking the capture, cutting into meat, fire high upon firebricks. most are living the plight of generations prior to the birthright!  

 

more inner commands, screaming at the reflection, fixing each inconsistency. looking ridiculous, filled with shame, another faux pas.

 

at throttle. at participation. sworn to engrave father’s name. sworn to remove mother’s disdain.

 

so aloof. watching my heart. all I was made to feel.

 

the engagement—many needing absolute perfection, I can hear the other regions. a mental millimeter, the closeness in souls, I still respect his literature.

 

an academic miracle. a child so slung, I keep spinning.

 

back into a centered space, the product of multiple prides, we might live to find existence.

 

pull the lamps out, check the kilowatts, buffer the discouraging mirror.

 

a damn catastrophe, a problem in self, it amazes how I was killing myself.

PS.

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