I wanted to see
laughter or qualification while over a stolen weekend. some type of friend
something sacred but it ended horribly. too purple to last as times are
changing, you might need to reach with purpose. so dead in me. you make it
giddy. you out-wound depravity. it was pictureless or mechanical until I met in
science – our wealth in humanity, our remedy to sadness, our curse as
creatures. rain is falling cyan eyes are screaming we meet so alive a second to
tears. it feels absurd, running into sameness, pretending life is differences. I
couldn’t need you, for I never met you, merely some figment of sweet torture.
the
grass is fluffy those ladybugs are enchanting those butterflies move so fast. I
have a pocket filled with marbles. I keep three in my palm. I keep rereading
Psalm 42.
I
see vinegar in anger I taste syrup in happiness I awaken all alone. I never meant
to cause sorrow or pain or too much hurting. surrendering to pluvial skies or
fantasizing about aeipathy or many suspicious for pain has become raw emotion.
so jigsaw so jangled our minds jousting with feelings. but allusions to Prince
a mind made clever a fret is essence.
times
are blatant. we adore romance. but, as for me, I suffer the losing. the bloody
ship deck, those gorgeous souls, while we scream out determination. a near
heroine a crazed sheep or a lunatic omen; so changeable, made remarkable, with
lists of languishing moments. so baptized so upset – they gave us this without
a caveat.
