I
ate a lemon I stole sanity while mother was washing dishes. I held a ditch I took
to gravity while depending on mother. we had a dynamic so sickening while
listening to nothing. I met her thrice I held panic so close to loosening
insanity. so many pipes a sore island such raw flavors. I took to drinking. it
seemed appropriate. despite those private concerns.
I heard a woman it sounded
distinguished, I was fresh from hell; so, any beauty was good beauty, any pain
was erasure rain, as tides would hit our living quarters. to deepen family some
trenchant ideal while we forget how people behave. some net some hook while we
depend upon a title. fury in a grape or misery in an apricot while looking for
what to do!
we make sense of something
irrational because we desire control. a punctured brain a try at life while
fighting seemed so senseless. (as they conjure is how they think while fixing
things makes it a bit troublesome.) going backwards, begging forgiveness, where
reality has become solidified. to hate his intestines while doing wrongness we
wonder of hypocritical headquarters.
I float on a cigarette I hit Malibu and pulled
over. I saw her laughing, it seemed amazing, I was lit on naturality. I spoke a
sentence some cryptic design but straightforward. we ate a meal we giggled
softly, I disappeared. it becomes truths or decided ingredients—what are we
willing to give?
I heard silence I chuckled at
essence, I met another and spoke plainly.
shall
days become skies? shall stealing lives become illegal? some creature inside
something at bay while most see, what will destroy them. I burned out at some
brink by fringe of locomotion. too much grieving—I had to shake it—while so
indebted to devotion! (it went so wrong as accused of living such raw incognito;
so close to a scream as a man might watch where fury is an undercurrent; for
Love knows him or Love was indebted while it remained a feature.)
