Friday, October 2, 2020

No Where So Anchored In Rain

 

so close to invisible such wakeful depression so much a mistake. the feeling is sameness. such nerve of a cannibal. while eating intestines.

too surreal those days or too sick such vomit while liquored up. the root was infected the climb was certain death, no one quite cared.

so dysfunctional such a clear sword while deception sounds so sweet, so beautiful, as it was an escape into its avalanche.

“I love you” means eclipse as ants stared so many salutes in stillness.

we give life or soul without nothing to give. it isn’t of substance. it’s quite shallow. while it debates the authenticity in others. eternal forgiveness is a start. sure reaching stupidity works. or skies by no greater creation: as in a dahlia those tar eyes while so sticky such filth where he apologizes. a slight smile to know that, for her actions a man would accuse himself. as leaving gut in such a space where cringing or dying is quite irrelevant.

I came out laughing it was weird but mother laughed with me. such damage in a hammock—those secrets those trees bearing witness. the ground would listen those leaves would be shocked, while skies preached understanding. indeed, science would go mad or calligraphy would seem haywire, where harm would creep indefinitely. (never a second thought as looking for a clamp such realization—it’s too late!)

poisonous herbs a mushroom for delirium or soft spoken a minor irritation. such aconitum such independence while getting in requires a level of dependence. so close as so dear as enough to totally desecrate our covenant; or loving you so sick for you but addicted to irregular habits; trying to be good but wrong in excellence so bent over gripping knees as pleading for miracles. the woman in her sanity or glimpses coming out or merely an act getting closer to a man just in town. so much in grandparents as believing anything while a hunch is suffocated by loyalty.

 

a mimosa flower a friend his casket to pouches filled with herbs.

 

so knitted to you so much shame as neighbors giggled while so spent a man up the hall. one ten blocks over or one a family fever as accused of major indiscretion. somewhere an illness somewhat uncontrollable while a soul must grip unorthodoxy—the life so begotten so bequeathed while wildness meant so little. so burned so cheated plus a restraining order; but Love is sick or Love needs counseling while Love is stabbing into traffic. a Malibu trip an Alhambra excursion, or right so close in Compton. As to ask a man, for his humble loyalty where Love is dying so hard; while goodness aches where reality is vague a soul might chunk up the ghost.    

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