The most gorgeous pain—soft agony, at my soul; taking
soot from resin, boiling tea sticks, poured into the saddest problem in
existence; the penalty for love, the way it wavers, its need for something
concealed: candor, finesse, zest and zeal. Leaving is wilderness and music, a
hot rod next to the cleaners. Damn the judgment, it’s noon; sausage and eggs,
maybe green onions, back and forth with my brains. I felt you appear. It felt
graceful. We often come down hard on each other. The hand feeding me, I’m want
to challenge it, like I have a time with pain. So mesmerized, such a galaxy,
insoluble, incapacitated, something in myth—the flame as it filters the design
in the sylvan; loving another, losing love, some stream, it never feels the
same. Since you’ve come around, I’ve been watching, some days I feel different
elements. A moment with honesty, nothing fantastic, truth be excited, I haven’t
many varying feelings: nothing too new, everything is new, I must make up my
decision. It wasn’t the newness she desired. She just needed to assert her
worth, more than her cache. The guilt from the past, the wealth of the problem,
the conflict from the confusion. On another foot, needing her excellence, wanting
her needs, fierce into the silence; splicing brains, cerebrum fires, so close,
so coarse, just wailing into each other—and laughing suddenly. Locked in
chains, eating steel, at metallic waters—the fathoms so deep, the heights so
steep, the kiss so much dissatisfaction. Salty tastes, warm wines, brandy over
rocks—so much to have a problem, keeping a man alive, a sick ass confession.
