logos
by insanity or survival or bias. pure dust as particles of rust—or sweaty
insecurities.
such new aged fidelity or sadness to a
tone as crime is often in our voices.
such adrenaline to an apostrophe as some
indicator where we might not pause.
by
raw condition into midnight hours a soul is determined by stamina.
maybe a pint of ethanol or busted
bulb intestines or a period as it dissipates. we speak of menopause as
transformation—we speak of depression.
a jar of beliefs such adamant
pillars—but no one adheres to them.
upon jasmine lips or jasper ears
sweet devastation as requisite.
a New York stroll or a Chicago sun
softer into kilowatts; by grace of a little box, I give it souvenirs, I need to
remember shortly—after violet lies or tension for rabidness or those peaches we
shared—by albums on repeat by weirder science or so sublime it becomes
misinterpretation.
an inward stowaway such miserable
mirrors, or assistant to some wonderful indebtedness.
but an heirloom or a bottle with a
ship inside. to feel by environment where others are living their art; or
fantasy with bars or daydreams with memories as to have each one sorted in
files. or to ignore like daff as times change where normal people go the damn
off. (as a child shoved into his femininity insomuch as raging in his
masculinity—but never a whisper!)
sure flux of wilderness or dark
behaviors on repeat to conclude something in order to survive. allusions meant
for meanness or sold illusions or tampered for its collared message.
lacking sugar or reasonability as
some instrument in an apparatus. or so sour it must behave where it tastes so
appealing.
by puzzle to meet us by riddle to
decode us or by grace to walk another mile. such grappling walls such a fading
torch where we must realize our upcoming portraits.
