Been too long, appeasing flowers,
asking in disarray; penalty over apples, laundry by the gates, tell me the tour
has begun; melting, listening, it will never be over—it gives life! Some acute
losing, more acute winning, I see the culture can’t outlive infraction. To become
life, filthy hands, turtles on ten speeds; more business broken, ants at it,
lunging into a giggle. So private, milk and honey, so appointed when it benefits—sacrifice
is much forbidden. I remember her old person, like her, I don’t pay attention
to God’s molding. Bringing it up, trying to nudge the mind, just make the
payoff, attend the funeral, smile in private. So sickened. So disgusted. Like offense
means forever. The pride of a plate, a million-dollar entrée, to find fault in
missing diamonds. Last diary, gravel to dirt roads, a street made immortal; and
wow Love, it’s passed admiration, full pledged with an issue.
