…so
tugged a clove, and read a magazine, or looked at pictures: such external hives
or a bit that much, a man rethinking about children: at New Port Beach, or up
Imperial, or floating through Long Beach: a bit with throttles, at
rethought(s), worrying softly: those running legs, those upper realities, or
tripping for seeing self: those hard stares, this strong aura, while too afraid
to love: so many years, looking at profanity, while we part ways: such fiasco;
such damning vices; at a thought with tears: sipping lightly, to slam a taco, a
bit too much cheese: this mucus thing, this age thing, a bit pudgy thing: such
sameness, or lost to screams, a bit aggravated: I lose soul, reading
philosophy, while a tare tore Egypt: our flights gunning, this woman chuckling,
as thought he had her: if but for cadence, exploring novels, a bit too
frightened: to share luxuries, to sip teas, at oceans speculating over grip-teases:
our brains relaxed, our sipping radical, while Love chopped a quarter: at mind
lakes, painting with algae, or nibbling a frog: our doggish appetites, our
grogged souls, looking for listening as Love cried: so early to it, so warned
with it, but thoughts were unclear: so silly, too, or too relaxed, while Love
decided upon a child: those light features, running into trepidation, needing
absolute confirmation: but days were short, as art flew south, where art needed
something new: this weekly occurrence, this monthly curse, while discomfort
means so little: to need a home, or fire a soul, while radiance prances so closely:
our deep features, our needy kids, to float a kite and laugh: slow motion, or
fast-paced, at deaths giggling: our attractive women, so many it hurts, where
one might commit for eternity: those anchored eyes, that shipping soul, at body
and damages: to whip a curse, to spell a blessing, where eyes felt before
hearts registered feelings….
…a
sore apocalypse, our regenerated hostilities, as pausing and sipping: at sights
with love, at thoughts about strangers, to sense this knowhow: those deep sins,
wondering about bibles, or surprised granny hasn’t nullified this curse:
needing AA, or needing sobriety, or plain together: indeed, a smile, indeed, a
curse, indeed, another 7up: I’m cured or lonely, or lonely and crazy, or
committed and gone: to ponder Jesus, this crucial reality, our Romans, our
Jews: to flash a smile, this Peter Rock, as meant that way: such unwritten
plans, such spirit-calligraphy, while harlots were written and immortalized:
that window ache, this high wall ache, at terrors warring but born to ache:
remember our scar, remember our dream, remember for passion—this lake of roses,
those tulips spacial, our astrology as amusing: at fairer minds, studying
pragmatism, enveloping into arts a bit more practical: our melic beats, our
melic hearts, while science is losing….
…humans
require simplicity, souls require a bit deeper, while education leads to
questions: those satirical arguments, our atheists as radicals, while many
religious plead in logic: those torn feelings, this undercover empiricist, at
more deliberate arts: to happen that thump, this rosy red radiant radical:
could I please, or would I please, while needing mine: a bit tipsy, laughing in
private, removed from interior life: so close a lie, so close a rib, as infused
to scream: those few I love, those few I adore, while numbers are running low: that
trenchant swan, those telepathic Zenists, those immortal Yogis: at mystic
delights, at mystic courage, at mystic readiness: a true friend, a small
occurrence, a big reality: to re-film minds, to project feelings, to invert
emotion: at fire green, or orange horizons, so sick it felt God: only a psych
to know, this curse of dreams, while reality sings to glory: this Yahweh light,
those Yahwistic Immortals, so many years into development: this bad influence,
this good heart, while infused and feeling like flying: that grandfather
loyalty, our corporate decisions, while feeling too deep to die…!
