I imagine! the mystic of the family.
so interested in fueled passion while
summonsed to break lowness or paranoid such a hand to face: the disgraced river
or putrid winds such a sewer near closets: the baptized crystals those rubies bleeding
so decent we speak marriage. those fierce gremlins those fiercer yarns or
sticks with lime green. (our days running our addict genetics our bondage to
hopeful islands. so much at peace so abandoned to courage where a man dies his
injustice—those pits looking at your eyes so affected over decades: such sworn
pains such radiant misery while blackmail never crossed our lawn. by beating
cymbals or thirsty drums while hearts speak trombones: our frenzy our acrylics
our brushworks: to die feeling good to have four kids to adore an unbelievable
wife.)
by
topical trust, nothing inside trust, or such whip we laugh trust. the packed
garage. the broken shutter. or those ceiling spiders. as travesty citizens or
cavalier suffers while it’s sweet to share life with you. our poignant pangs
our new growths so much the cave of the island. as our blossom or our bloom
such pruning to feel relaxed. by fever or kniphofia or dreams placed in Scrabble;
our anti-existence, our pull-through existence, or such hope that we’ll pursue
existence. glass rebirth or steel solitude or better, recluse ownership! such
to giggle where one might need life, in order to bleed life.
it
seemed romantic while holding iron where we felt déjàvu. such cacophony those
rough guitars where one unbuilds in order to cherish. we must we believe. we
trust if we can. but it all seems quite redundant. our minds needing you. our
bodies needing exercise. or satisfaction becoming controlling. in dear truth,
as disliking others, some mechanism to defend marquise emeralds. where sadness
means love or deceit or dear guilt. our looks fretted our feelings fractured,
our healings in you! (we hope we our
qualified.)
