we emote too much.
I like raw passion. so cursed it meant to feel good. such trafficking or Love
was convinced too aware of riches. it dies with me it laughs at me it feels terrific.
so gutted so low the water boils. re-rocked, rescheduled, reexamined! Medical is horrible bowels drip cages or
arts barely catch it. so furious so frank as a feral animal. so dissected so
deadly such a Hottentot. men watching
pain gripping or passivity seeming crazy.
ask for what is wanted, total submission, “Please me or go to hell.” we can’t see it. it giggles like honesty.
so flippant so savage. as accustomed
to good treatment. “Shall she become a woman? It bet not interrupt me.” such feelings in guts such rough patches
while Venus sips Brandy. the fret of the night, so uncured while most souls
suffer leprosy. a deceased man a
purgatorial man or a woman so sick it becomes legal.
the last to realize dementia the fields bleeding a soul filled, stuffed, overloaded with cotton. a spider bit me. I was fraught with venom. I drooled in such a panic it was rawness as in action. a cage in ceilings a mountain in Korea a woman in every story. so confused so conflicted as asphalt assumes another name. to flee into darkness while it was legalized just to imagine if color depicts decency. so evaluated seated in some cave a million men hunting footprints—such canines as sniffing gasoline while sneezing, barking, or running amuck.
I go so low I rise
so high while your heart doesn’t allow for release. so paraded so worthy if but
to be such a slave. the phantom of its opera the music of those winds as a trombone
to his memories. those passages those cabbages while one asks, “How did you
manage?”
