Tuesday, July 28, 2020

We Covet Unsteady Houses


I glaze outward into the crucial wilderness our cities painted in ambiguity. such raw portraitures into such social powers insomuch as rooting for harmony; this beige creature those pained limbs while sorrow is an entity; so estranged at times where he would demand of others what he doesn’t enforce for self. I dislike his presence. I see duplicity, anger, wither does it effervesce? such beauty is one unleashed while collecting sharkskin those blind devotions to say I ever loved you where subtle into a sky such a need to care. so many weapons as to ignore signs to imagine we don’t know what you’re made of: such indecency, surefire deceit, while too many people are acceptance. it must be confronted while begging questions where some are asserting, “It does not follow!”

I’m deep assessment or something strange where loving you seems such a nightmare: churned first quarter, betrayed from day one, while so invested pleading with indifference. the salmon pause, the bears are reluctant, the cheetah sits in dust breathing in the Savannah. such rebels with loyalties or such trustworthy thieves or better an addict behaving according to deliberateness; so into a myth so cursed while her body is too awesome to renege—where Love was dishonest or Love just had passion while a man can’t resist his interior thermometer: dreams like you, deaths unlike science, or films in brains so glorious.

I give up. those mental structures those tiers those dreaded probabilities.  

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