into it like an
anthill so strange when alert too mesmerized by tears or alive in angels
spoiled with fire so gifted when it hurts. an inrush her neck a hundred million
tattoos—diamonds on skies pilots can’t drive a hit a cigarette while I need
you; mashing gutter style so ghetto so infused trying to have zillions; a stunt
for me a lie to me such hash for me.
I heard one
speaking with ethics while foul like sewers. I made long winds I shortened my
reply I noticed we hate each other.
a new bag a new
car too live to sit still; no hugs a few kisses wild into my face; so difficult
so damaged while pain becomes billion-dollar airplanes. an inmost tendency as
hearing anguish—partner treats as if she couldn’t count—a mad penalty a ghost
with body while it was never such a feeling.
eating seaweed
running through marsh at a swamp in Los Angeles.
it isn’t meant to
win an award, it’s straight by gut, so stupid while we can’t stop laughing; to
see beauty as writhing a shot for balance.
sometime I get
ghost I hit the highway I exit the doorway. sometimes it’s good while we ignore
fancies (life as is—is different than those damn fantasies).
so real a true
mentality like winning with anguish—those miles this block our midnight
tendencies. many soulprints our connectivity, while many chasing like heathens.
no one comes,
until it happens, while it took one to see potentiality. so actualized so dismounted
doing like 50 mph—the sidewalk is illegal those poolhalls are lethal into a
package like dying. I had a vision the music hit me Baby is bad—so crucial
or a magnet if a chance—what would you expect?
