it
rains fierceness or pluvial forces at ranges so lost so disgusted at inner
fights. the flood, Jesus, those lovers, Jesus, shall I die, Jesus? a man to
jurisdiction a jury to the man while we argue if All Lives Matter? such gumball
pains such matches that strike or fury to bones. by freedom to be a rebel to
have wars to struggle for; blood blue winters, august winters, or austere eyes.
so devastated so much for cries as to hate by gender fires. I loved I thought,
it was rage I sung, I walked feeling a bit smug. to achieve with deaths to ream
in color while we distress self—the gut battle, the knee battle while groveling
might feel good. so suffused where it seems pertinent a daughter those rules
where a father might get nervous. but hell to this exodus or more to genesis
while something frets its nemesis: those purple fevers such beautiful psychoses
while a fool hates self—at caves or attics where another woman is silent
vibration. I sense power or something precise, we pump our brains up with false
destinies. so cold, Granny, so devious, Father, while deaths have been
incredible anguish. our uppity ways, our dear eureka, while it feels realer for
uninvested—those aches such fragrant dismissal or having four secrets that
control the entire dissertation.
life is simple. it’s
so easy. while most are paying close attention. to ride our Harley’s to grind
our gears where total love doesn’t discriminate. it’s an egalitarian ideal. it’s
hard as hell. —for we can’t escape ourselves! those inclinations those habits
while sweet sounding words seem to move us! so fascinating, so raw, where some
people can’t, necessarily, be outmaneuvered. but I pride strength, your wits
your determination—while many don’t see the excruciating element purged by
smiles. such fair chemistry where it might take years while a man gives it one
royal gust!
