I
used a stopper—poured the Clorox—and scrubbed frantically.
I
grabbed a cigarette struck a match and inhaled deeply.
I
fiddled with metal or steel or sameness as it becomes blurry. I checked the
thermostat it ran a bit high—I continued sweating.
It was years our
midnights it was pain our paper but it was shame our departure; to mean
so little as one forfeits labels where a man sits scrabbling silverware; where
life was vice-grips so gutsy our anthem while it never meant silence; so many
locks so many safes where reality meant preservation; mental modems or spirit
routers to sit or palm dust-balls: years become light-bulbs where hours become
meditation if but to fall for an image afraid of its emanation.
By
pens or pencils so dearly erased while personalities are unraveled.
I met her by ransom. This
new life—those unfair portraits. I saw chlorine eyes, deeper self-awareness—which
means screwdriving insecurities; not as debilitating but rather cultural where
each person in fighting their caricatures. Life becomes its kit, those first
aid memoirs, where many are arguing over Tupperware.
It
would become an issue this musing to get away while never understanding our
histories.
I replaced the box cutter
and reached for batteries to operate the flash light. It’s quite metaphorical these
items, while un-gripping a highlighter, or discarding the butt of my clove; but
Love was distinct if but something to uplift if but something to escape
heritage; so enveloped—too delicate—while raging into absence; but a fool in me
for Love needed to escape where we never realize our energies; so bent with
escaping so valley those thoughts while one might love or adore the ghetto in you;
but healing is essential while the calendar becomes progress in such to meet,
become familiar, then grow in a similar direction: to crosspollinate to war as
a team or to enjoy dying over roses.
I
would become stoic so filled with stereotypes while fighting stigmata.
I
noticed something, it was mentioned in me, like those times an inner sentence
pops up; such spiral notebooks such erudition to meet many plain showing out;
inadequacies arise insecurities sprinkle while one maintains a bulldog
countenance; this sign they see this vest we wear while true comfort is loose
and easy or even open. I fax you pieces, but running out of toner, while disposition
is so predicated.
