the
sakata line the penguin’s cry while warring by empires. so deprived where men
die such furious skies—such substance or so detached while Love is preaching
agonies. I adore like destruction or someone, so outrageous, so out of pocket,
while doing deaths to insure your allegiance. it becomes phobias or black/white
attraction where fate skates or plays pianos—the tier at carnivals or remedies
too simplistic as accustomed to voltage or energies or total absence; as a man
ruffling concrete while atomic in skins where dying seemed marvelous: but a nut-shell
but a grimace while Love seduced Zeus: those walks where we lie if but to
produce mystic amnesia; to love so diligently to recruit/seduce the camerawoman
or so dear, so close, to defining our vulnerabilities; if but to live while
running across goose-grass while jasmine skin remains a curse; so many pieces
such ruthless branches while the world has identified our Jewish Laws. but tell
your story. scream like a maniac. if but to leave an impression. —for pain is
lightfast while misery is more wisdom but no one is listening—by roots or
mind-weeds so seaboard, so efficacious!
I stranger my life or so restricted
while he lost damn near existence. so cruel to me to imagine submission while
sunflowers are angry. those earlobes those chest-reigns while it feels good to
boss-out! where doctors are distressed or pains are vocal insomuch as it
becomes a dear shame. the primate gibbon or mathematical genetics while we rage
over monogamy. such a sore subject. such as we might conquer desires. where two
people are working harder than quite reasonable. but I’ll vanish as leaving
essence where reality has been bent & winds are noosed.
such
gifts they fret my guts for it isn’t easy where a person fears you might leave.
broken dice, hickory makeup, or ebony sin!
