so much it was
dying it was a fly while attached to odor. to assert speaking, to laugh in
hindsight, as a grip to a pistol a lump to necks or so many special treatments.
a dead soul popping a deadening universe where a command would heal America.
but Love those treasures those hills while Solomon was too mistaken. I cleave
to innocence I despise my mind fever I dwell in furious fountains—the second
generation the third generation so gone such flame as accursed for a former
generation. so much to adore so little to fret or a man deceiving his genes. a
ghost leaping a room filled with inkblots while one was too damn close to
ignore. I loved Her as best a deadman could while it was never as it
could evolve. our president so difficult while demanding utter legacy — a
criminal excursion or a prominent explosion while there’s a drought on
leadership. by thunder by fire by anything annually to destroy America. our
pandemic our guts our children! what have we given but breath in guts but ruins
in our horizon! as it rises a two to one chance while God is in quarantine. as
Jesus would cough the atmosphere would choke our mothers would unveil
percentages — the Ghost would wear a mask! indeed, a little detergent a little
ignorance maybe a baby would drink bleach. (so much drugs so little love where
men are acting most heinously. “I’ll beat hell in you, if just to unlisten to
me, where it feels natural”; a maskless nation is a dead nation while father
would cringe at such rage. so close to hips those belong to granny while we
haven’t faced this strand. so intimate with our discontent, a daughter must be
innocence, if just to imagine what men know! or a professor laughing over
liquor so deep in time the hands are reversing; as but that moment, or Forest Management,
or better, Covid-19 is a myth from the gods.)
“I lost a son an uncle a daughter a grandparent. I believed
in Trump, I worshiped The Republican, but I must now vote for Biden. the world
is under fascism our understanding is by dictatorship, we have brought to us a war.
the people mean so little, unless filled by riches while such breakage has
become normality. blacks are underrated or discounted they are not of worth. he
sides with supremacists he has no interest in but his inclination, under his
rule, America shall insist on death.”
