Thursday, May 21, 2020

Honest Tele-Language


so welcomed at first or so open to clarity or familiar souls dragging against time. by roots or cores as outstanding humans so cursed so dirty where memories cause discomfort: the nasty domain or fevers so lit while a person becomes their last affair: to condemning eyes while I hide from you where I resent the feeling you give. a woman haunting spoors or a man needing virginity or two quite unconcerned about longevity.     we set hell aside we unveil heaven while we know it’s clear or crystal or pain with successes.     our grounds decorated our porch with gallica roses those feelings fretted for heavy; as one enters or places parentheses so soaked in oblation.     to vaunt over you to knead our terrors or to bake our intestines; as fire might start early, by gut to mind-piece, an entire bodily flush.     I hold a bias for some. even a locality pit. to imagine Love as perfect. but time is hectic those features know praise where a man is too honest.     every deed! we can’t be serious! or we require an account for over the last twenty years. (our pursuit for excellence, but not for that person, but by osmosis to feel clean.)     the maps are geographical, our emotions are aesthetic, our logic is confused.     a closed book with such compassion while no one is interested. our shallow graves if but one secret, most are vying for control or mental praise. to conquer a piece or to rethread an agenda while one is too honest.     I don’t joke about behavior where some are gifted for it devastates a bit of the man I desire to be. such vile sediments. or days so involved it frightens. or running so fast I made it back to you.     the haunt of affection. or not to want such confession. or to feel averse to intimacy.     our choices battling for closure. our discourse missing verbs. or such precedence given to nouns.     it becomes alikeness this chain of woes where some humans are naturally our hearts.     the poet has difficulty. one’s quarters is a sanctuary. where the mind in entwined by simultaneous observations.     the relentless creativity those relentless eyes while to inhale a clove, slam a pencil, or fly where one is too honest. 

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