Friday, October 16, 2020

The Damndest Flies!

 

I drift into sullenness or crashing into love those frets those balances while I need to lose it! some great creature some sultry creature or remind me where fantasy becomes real creatures. so sublime so surreal or a tragic, albeit, almighty hallucination. by consumption to become sick for a given odor—so influenced so diva or so close to earth the world is spinning. such dome magic so dear to swimming while business aches in a relationship. to need consumption to dread passivity while never much to ensure falling. branches of the bark. guts in pools. or lesbians so into flying. I make most problems, as built into perception, while one is trying too damn hard. such a craft to flee as fragile so much to want such attraction—to die with Gandhi or to arrive with Helen while so yellow into a saffron pillow.     I hear aeipathy I cringe in apathy but if to rise as a man so uncut so uncultured where music would capture the guts. I see it retracting I sense it coming where a man walks into a coffin. so blood blue so bailed last night so much a room while acquitted but terrified. those rails as running while Angelina hopped a train.     I met a man a riddle he spoke of the Swan. we danced in veils he disappeared I was never as sameness. I love a woman. but it wouldn’t sustain. for life becomes multiple obligations. those screams our bodies while we can’t resist. to love a woman that loves many while everyone is categorized. so long as gunning such misfire the battle of the roses. but a man so attracted it became a curse. to face the odor to love the odor or sacrificed falling short of the odor. I need Medicaid or something to cover as priced to deception. so rare into a fantasy, but she marked the calendar, or two the day the child was born. to ask for devotion while Jesus is on hiatus where a man is trying his damndest!      

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...