Friday, January 21, 2022

Unwiring Barb Fences

 

the mystic dream, the lavender scent, the power, those wishes.

 

to tame a maniac, to partake of insanity, it must be a bad ass group of women.

 

gorge on auras, or spirit-blood, dripping-for-failing, alive an interior disaster.

 

the Sufi goddess, blank madness, tropical forces; winded exports, inner glassware, terrified fires; men are dying, emotions reborn, either sanity or slant by insanity—mistakes and clutter and inverted messages.

 

eyelashes. your eyelashes, are beautiful.

 

brain-core wars. a woman with schizophrenia. a father made split dominions. another soul suffering from ten levels deeper.

 

I heard a swami; liquor was denounced, debt was universal, nicotine is the segue.

 

so Indonesian, cuddling a lemur, galloping by soulprints.

 

to laugh out lungs, peering at derrière, self-conscience, needing a sign of approval.

 

trust the reflection of agony, it sings glory, it hurts to know an alteration in pains.

 

perfect cobwebs, a nest of diamonds, breasts make men feel comfortable. it comes from infancy.

 

the curse is chasing, souls are groaning, pantries are full of memories.

 

—the mystic muse, maybe only in name, with medieval terrors, threating to become so beautiful—

 

anacondas strep the jungle, ponds infested with bones, a soul will sit in fantasies.

 

we sense ourselves, attracted by some fate, but it is simple to walk away; sweet biochemistry, laws of ecstasy, Zen Buddhists making genesis.

 

blank woes, in a blank creek, an emotional canal, a candent feeling.

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