Thursday, February 4, 2021

Knocking Elbows

 

banished to a feeling, as without a root, while told something abstract; some component some mistake leaving a man to his own skills: a writhing headache, a voice so familiar, like reading internally. to lose his heart to flit or float while starched by depression. a bag of debris this warrior so much a living principle—a wall blazing a wall falling so cursed it feels normal. it becomes will as given one gift to fire into atmosphere. an all-night cadenza a cramp in his ankle while trekking harder into a bright light. so lost as to find but a child running through a carnival. so loosened so unrestricted while so obedient. social motifs such satire in a widow or days articulating one dream. a totem somewhere low while a flagon is an excuse for ignorance. reborn or reintroduced where rationality is struggling; to meet a soul in an exact location where two could become closer. to speak of souls with want for souls but unprepared to receive souls; such alignment such remedies while needing a deeper self: so distrusting, as they gave a child, to release into a cagey society. a flute with anxiety a spirit with screams so devoid of such reasons. to need this fire to die in this fire so estranged from its fire. an unsung majority a few separated while we need consultation. 

another segues another trumpet while losing intelligence—tither some location filled by abstracts so relocated; a line in atmosphere a frontal exhaustion so capable of reloving—as a green moon or a beige sun such raging wills; as a nonentity or some worrisome creature as days become ambition. to sit in ruins to vie with borders of faith to execute some dear part of me; a pulsation into a scream while they point frantically—those islands in cities such a dazzling minx; will in bottles or integrity for rentals while needing with sheer frustration. flung into a primal instinct as desire is furious some thought desperate for taming. too low these days too much gray where we can’t meet such grayness; so black or white so much a remedy while a man might leave to become Buddha. a keel is tampered a forgiveness is threshed while we debate how much we need to know. by toil for innocence where it hurts so thrown so lost while illusion points to found; so terrible reflection so tragic elevation as becoming so loyal a tyrant. Love to a pedestal Love to falling while angered inside. by a lasting triumph so close it stinks while elbows knocked wait to feel pain.      

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