Sunday, October 4, 2020

No One Is Perfect: If To Crush Alone!

 

Go Electric or Die Unmagnetic!

I can’t shake it. such losing by control. so sick as abject. I hear your suggestion I fiddle with emotions so explosive some time to vent. as accused of treachery such weakness for treason while loving mouse sized problems. by instrument by cages so gripped such sympathy for his soul. I would adore or pretend while detached so advertised so unlucky. it’s like she knew she un-dwelled she nailed Christ. so sensual so sexual as needing all men; or so easygoing so compatible, just about all spirits are soulmates.

reckless as a ghost so much screaming, “how has it occurred?” too close too much a baby due in time. our bodily actions our lingering music while some rhythms are accursed—too much to absorb or too much to evaporate so pregnant such lovers while needing a man sure desperate devotion.

souls alphabetized or measures misfired while so determined to hate you. a man praying for hatred blessing hatred so confused so disgusted so sickly enlove. railroads or carts where wheels were meant for rolling. such decent devastation while a man forgets his anger so close so tender “where I need to believe.”

a success story such blurry time where essence becomes sweeter than hatred. a sour woman so destroyed to hold, fall apart, tears dripping into kisses—such release while crushed into arms screaming or making love or fretted for a breakdown. so borderline such a cliff if but to leap, “please catch me!”      

 

I’d Save The Reader Years

    The beat becomes sickness. A long crucible—a drilling ecstasy. I was losing focus, feeling forbidden, if to self, if to mirrors. So curs...