I
carry fever it lives in my gut it might activate. I carry a few women they seem
like closets so weird how I fiend. I wash to feel perfect I scream to let it
out I fire into a storm. such tears fall I feel chills it must be right. I see
a face so long-distance I can’t un-murmur its pain; the fool was in me the dearth
was sweet I kept with partaking. but a coat in a jacket, or a sweater in a
hood, so alphabetical with street life. I wear a mask, this means democrat, I
try to fathom where time would hide. I read a book I saw a woman I thought
mother was an angel. I wash some more I hit a chord I believe the liturgy. such
an edifice such a tower over a thousand criminals. some story some grime or
slime dripping from an aura. I met a person or a scream while harboring
resentment. such a battle reading Obit, such horror in Stephen King, while
reaching inside to unplug a child. I rinse in warm water. I arise in cold
atmosphere. while adoring some fiction is bleeding. another mask or a scarf
such flame in a wheel. so simple, Love, such dying, Love, it was deceit to have
another wilderness. such ruthless pain. such balanced happiness. while I walk
with sanitizer. this fret this fool but Love swells into a tornado. a
straightjacket, a table, a month’s shot of Thorazine. how was it wrong? this
agony in roses, to see a petal cry. I met her in an instance. she was low that
day. I realized what takes place. but hell to it such skies to it where we
stop, look, or say, “It should’ve happened.” by vacancy in a mind where bitter
was seen as sweetness. another gate another judgement an elegy for poets. such
raw prose such habits reading theater—such wrath in black women, such agonizing
in white women, or such analyzing in Asian women. where would it be? how has it
evolved? why should it care? so many questions such a recipe where Love was
voluptuous sapphire. such saffron lips, or a body a man in ruts, such to
deceased riddles! so cursed in goodness, such beauty in badness, such rawness
in evenness. to give a secret, where one might not agree, after years at it, it
becomes our breaths!
