let it go. it
hurts. I just ate a demon. a soul bleeding, I see Jesus, how in hell no one
died there? livid like ghosts those rattling closets, I’ve died like headed
home. on a gray goose some little animal a team died too early. palms of pain
palatial anger I got a fight for it, took danger. leave me running, I hit a fence,
I understood crucifixion to loyalty. I paused like cut in twain, a name filthy
in its region, others joined in, those tales were lies. I have temperament, I glue
scholarships, left home gunning into a brick-penchants; so much to forgive, I’m
gutted out, much more to suggest—to take it to disagree with equals a headshot
so close to mother’s pillow. an old school Buick a light living life, a
backstreet more to believe in. a mango blunt, some purple cushy, it’s damn near
like meth; a bottle of lacquer, my man died, I’m doing ninety through
gravesites—eyes blurry, tears falling, like hating this damn breath—so early in
life, most are in excellence, most are with a fiancé. years, another calendar,
so close I knew he hated my guts—hell to it, its life, I hit a University. a
little pensive a dreamer with coffins, don’t ask too much. eyelids lit. a gut
issue. a pain for one just committed suicide. mother bent out. father passed
out. everyone filled with tremendous rage. we hit heaven raising hell too many
failed. soil mixed blood. a broken handrail. fifty years over to regrets.
