Thursday, October 29, 2020

Skate On By

 

Next of Kinship—the Gravity of that—So much on Shoulders!

 

back to graveyards or treasured church-grounds at The Last Eucharist—by hyena laughs by gregarious wolves or egregious dingoes. too much to slowdown so raced by dejection so angry with skies—the film blinking those tales splayed while one gives life to a fable. an account for misery such red blooded Southerners as nothing meant to change!

at love like thunder or maps like feelings those roads too long to trek. I was baptized his eyes glistened so mad about damn near everything. so crooked a straight-line such a contradiction. the feeling in pain those days with a smile so cursed over the latter. to count me in, to win a grand, while hesitant to leave the room. as kites sit or coyotes are tamed where memories produce visceral emotion. a daughter in soul a father alienated while he ponders this closeness component. oh how to feel how to chase should a man become unbalanced? so much deficiency as scars sit in slots so mad at the way she cares—the love the dog the poodle—as fugitives from emotion but yearning for bestial sexuality … to drag an emotion to ignore an attitude to pay rent, skate to Wing Stop, as headed into a soul-zone.

by hourglass to feel mortality while it hurts to live forever: no closure, no answers, about as crazy as a schizophrenic jaguar.

sipping at noon. it’s been a long ride. we just touched Vegas. so many into a coma such railing to exist while pragmatism is ruling nations. so mad about it. such deep deception. while it becomes such as being caught! such ham with cheese, as abused an adolescent, where a tear falls looking at a pineapple.

furious freezers while Love is sensitive so accosted by waves of a colored observation.

I hit Texas laughing at beauty as we sailed to Louisiana. I hit gravesites giggling about spells while a man is too damn possessed. to have felt it while they watched where they induced it. such false power. for he can’t alone! where loving you is rude!

advanced humans while touchy humans so mad about atmosphere. as Love read, Love had a feeling, we skate on by!      

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