those winged birds
such neat feathers while aching in solace; beauty in misfortune or last straw
while a camel collapsed. such serious memoirs so fraught by courage while one
might harness darkness. the fool in me this radiant buffoon so low in his
pride; sensing a lie as it was manufactured to sudden the culprit is me; those
mirrors trying to see but too smart to understand: the gristle of the bone, the
infant whining, or comfort in fruit or doors; so captured so lost while walking
side panels. such wainscot woes such precious losing where seeing us is
fabricated. soft quits softer quicksand where a soul can’t help himself: to
find joy so suspicious of persons where it seems like prophecy. I was taken I saw eyes I saw body. I thought
to children. I have one. so aloof the second it would manifest. such dark murk such bright losing or so
settled life is goodness; a person with boredom but feeling proud for Love is
anxious to fix the carnival. too many changes too much as rewound, I would
smoke a lasting cigar. of so much to live for, such a complicated creature,
while we receive eventually displeased. those tales so tender, those treasures
such torques while a man might feel inadequate; those purple fingers those
palms giggling where flesh is itching—by miles to pious sexuality or holy while
sinning, I speak a deep truism—so confused about it, but it must be done, while
it fell to her lot; by rushing seawater by toxic liquor or a casual drug—such a
tunic-countenance, such a sylph creature, while we wrestle false dichotomies—as
a game in self, to feign control, while knowing it isn’t in order. I can’t find
self or self is running while there’s graffiti in hindsight; so clear as hatred
so many finding laughter while we never know when it becomes too much. Love is a headlamp but Love is trying where
the line is too thin; to break life to scud courage or so lost it feels neat to
surrender.
by snare to actually fall love but too serious to
excuse the snare; where over there, he apologized for such deceit, while Love
adored his passivity.
