those sad emotions, the groceries
that month, the sink filled with mud.
remote islands. another mistake.
Love so excited. it feels good!
surrounded those months—anyone or
something—so lit that morning.
redeemed, filled with courage,
divorced from utter feelings. so mad at it, back in the community, communing
like dirty souls. so forgiving. so delighted. the freedom of the fretted
thought.
vicious millions. reread Al Capone.
the drought was the zillions.
theological madness. crazed in
spirit. too calm to fit the right fence. dice rolling, upon a miracle, like
misunderstood.
Love is ecstatic—so naked—like a
tease all the way through.
the pain to the wisdom. the giants
to heaven. a pack of monsters getting baptized.
each stanza on its own, feelings
resuscitated, gunning into memories, many days to fantasies. the mind is
different, it needs unreality, actuality is too raw. paid soul for the last
scar. understood long ago, most will stay high. the trail is breathing, a whole
body, dunked and forgiven.
much independence, on something
made ridiculous, partner built his whole family. we admired his guts, we lost
the anger, we hit many lots with speakers.
preach it, exhaust it, racing the
soul!
declining openness, embraced, took
the quest, laws felt unrelentless; blockage and blocks. knees kneading in
knots. no more those false valleys.
the thought is to fly, increase net
worth, before the final resurrection.
it’s been a game. many chords in
liturgies. some are too smart to fully agree with.
Love tatted. says something to
stardom. many bathe in a basin.
