the
melody of society—the broom we leap, soft into madness. much hustling inside,
negotiating with death, wondering why we perish. what have we believed in, the
sheet leaking disrespect? watching the language i speak, the sentence
structure, the words i employ. dripping like ink, eating apricots, had bait
last night. maybe running to war, to have a feeling, like protesting the war;
such a contradiction, whelmed by miseries, living vicariously. over morning
brew, selecting the doubts, agreeing where one needs to wail—like a maniac.
white walls spinning, interior made of leather, the strange effect we have on
love. police skating streets, our nature—a long way removed from identity
living. to ponder a dear fact—same structure, same headaches, our souls, our
women, i hate to say it—many are failing!
never
had a craving like the love we shared. never desired a woman so deeply. sounds
gray—the anger in black men, like we never gave a damn. the talk was immortal,
the pain was generational, the genetic has a deadman’s codes.
outside
the river is running, right through the country, the rain on the town. talking
him up—she showered affection, so easy to love multiple chemistries.
