I saw
screams they echoed afar those fibers were fraught by needles. soft melody
softer thetic pains while the thesis made a position; those green souls so
favored for innocence or such tender melanin. as eyes invade temples some might
see those hidden things. a black incident a black caricature or a black pantomime.
such puppets such relaxed cartoons so evolved it’s hard to speak. a woman so
cold so gifted so intolerant—but essence smiles but buttered lips where gravy
is medium dry.
I was attracted to some creature. I got
closer. I saw a dark person. I measured skin. I drank gin-juice. it was hell
into a season of slyness. the world is gunning, it’s a fatal game, while
letters are held in boxes. the battle of demons the agony of petals those sweet
saffron flowers; to fret by disgusts to leap for pain where some wires have
crossed dearly. by phantoms in her eyes by luxury to make passion while so
delicate over strangers.
two would meet. they might say
something nice. two would need something profound. they might find in each
other a rose they never dreamt while screaming in pure anguish. the prodigal
souls such creative genius as to return receiving apologies. sore war into
cadence such remedies in skies while loving lasted as it originated.
those graveled scars the muddy
hindsight while seeing me is distracting; to sense body to feel intangibility while
trying to explain our actions. so many things so many realities to ponder until
it gets through: those symphonies so agitating as it seeps into a maddened state.
by rubies to hear by rhinestones to dislodge or by greater sorrows to stay near
home. some gentle palm as all we need while said palm is plural.
such raw terror, such human
discussion, where it hurts but it’s normal. some loophole some anomaly, where
forgiveness has become normal—aside a stack of vengeance!
