success
in a vassal or brains in a book where we see a woman dance. so much intellect
so much gravy while closed eyes changed nothing. to fight soldiers to battle
warriors while knowing scrapes are a last resort. to retort to gods to fear
some person as anxiety would crawl home. so shapeless or too rectangular or
rigid with mother—as it carried but deep affection to exonerate mother. by
wreckage a cage such grace in our pretenses; so bold for a child so weak for
ourselves such blood dripped—a friend died! such screaming such tears to
imagine a home burning in terrors. a palm of seagrass a spoon of sawdust while
they ask if highness got closer. it went so wrong it wasn’t her place but a
little kindness would’ve balanced pure agony. too many apologies. I sound like
a tape recorder. just don’t muck up!
miles of storage a Tibetan instinct
while listening to silence; a nod a knock a door; fury in pride, an arrogant
winner, while we wait for life to catch up. such rules or rubies or roots; such
rage in trees such a damn noose while waves infuriate dynasties. a bag of
pencils a patch or paper, a man might say something. I worry about people. I
see it in an instance. I’ve become too cold to respond. such compassion, while
hiding in graves, such metaphor for those buildings. so cured it hurts so
undercooked while too spoiled to remain edible. the mind will shift it will be
excruciating but sages are chasing apple pie. by debt to so many at war with so
many, eventually, we outgrow our performance. such ebbing. such raving. where a
mentor will say, “It’s time to go.”
so many mistakes reknitting an
ottoman while a raven stands in her shadow. such powerful persons as ghostly
persons to see a face crack & bounce into a soul. a smokestack of arts, so
many inquiries as needing a little gossip. a controlling person or gods with
hands as it’s hard to describe—so meant for evil, it became instrumental, while
gnawing upon a pinecone. so unzipped as reading mansions where love had a spoon
full.
