wilding out, threshed, bleeding,
God knew me! blessed. sick in bells. so real it became failure. the moon is
lazy, it never behaves, like a ghost impolite. no tears, please forgive him,
flipping off liquor. the problems, the plight, so passionate about her face. I was
lost. I was found. she keeps her distance. I mask out, I play charades, I parade in
silence. so determined, so penalized, like detours to Phoenix. I loved, as best
I could, I fell like a ballerina; plain Jane, plain pain, to flicker like
flame.
died at the alpha, came back
at omega, no one sees this fucking plague. how in hell against
vaccination?
we might fight, some shit is silly,
like rolling without tags.
wilding
out, threshed, bleeding, God knows me!
the
last to make celebration, the first to curse himself, the dotted line, the
contract, pleading redemption.
spinning
diamonds, the last performance, loving one too sick to adore passion. so wicked,
a sickroom, a straightjacket.
I
loved like absent. I was never present. I lost trying to admit my flaws. so
detached, so analytical, so keen, it destroys privilege.
the
first yacht, the dirty millions, those I forsook. it was clause, provision,
like lawyer say, “Get ghosted!”
