so
thin into relation, too cold but it aches, I see wigs or too, a feeling, it
advertises, it chuckles, its laughing dripping blood! sky-timidity or such vocals
while we get lost in tempo; the fascist instinct too gorgeous to die so much
pain to become precious—as never a lie so unbelievable while I choke on words
the filth of theft the mighty rolling so
inside it oozes out.
I held a cub I felt softer it hurts
to feel the best of our nature. the meanest/sweetest woman. a drygrass/wetgrass
woman. so much a fretting woman. so grand a voice so delicate a neck the nape
destroying me. but a back so chiseled by caves in speech but slaves so hurt. watching
to live some mermaid treasure—actions over papier-mâché! sweet origami southern
wetlands too many frogs this season. to have what I seek is to die from what I seek,
but to erect like phoenix to seas.
I knocked
gently a door swung open a woman was a spirit. she wore a trench-coat she
sported stockings I smiled like innocence. so thin our line so coarse our music
we began to argue—we must agree!
it felt like elementary that first
class where it’s terrible until it’s wonderful: “Mommy, I drew you, daddy, I love
you, it was so much fun!”
some person some personhood—you’d
need to know the language. aquatic beginnings such a Big Bang such a Theory. so
wild inside while she unlocks me where we lay - out of breath—the fire of sullenness
those roses in tombs while I arise every three days.
the first melody so much hate so
prehistoric. I have an illness. she was uninterested. so much goodness. a
broken beat a seat in pressures such a woman’s scent. I was taken. I never said
enlove. while we wonder what feelings denote. such hurting—for something done,
while we forgive to breathe. a fool at psychology a pain in his intestines a
game turned reality. no yawns never as a response to find an ethical woman is
to find where Jesus rests.
so renewed as a last request while
it remains a thin line.
