riff
through dues or rue atmosphere a man
needs
fishing tools. some explained carpenter
or
eyes low, spirit vibrant, such stature of winning.
by
shells in-souled such precious details.
to
tell a story our first coffee our nearby
hearthstone.
so Missouri at times, asking
please
show me, while unleveled like blueprints.
maybe
a stingray maybe uncanny or maybe dystopia.
but
a hypocrite as reaching when catastrophe struck.
so
phobic of dying so much those seaweeds while
such
a seahorse. so skeptical on unions as revising unions
if
but a puzzle I fit the pieces.
too
rowdy inside a bit unsettled inside I see lies inside. some barbaric man some
womanizer while over three decades at equality. maybe a foolish dreamer, asking
for too much, while forfeiting the last entourage. or too close as an inner
fantasy some world no one understands. I do see, such quickness, as a mind
adapts to its career. if medicine it’s swift, if literature it’s defined, if a
fisherman it’s bait—some fertile adventure some island we endure, but most are
unjustified. living for an ideal or searching for my own, if but told something
agreeable. jacinth origin or brown miracles or often elated/dismal such pure
paradox.
