we’d chase riches,
small creatures, growing at loses. by the senses bleeding, pleading chairs, wobbling
over banisters. we’d spoken of dreams, Ferraris in graphics, condos near alleys,
fleeing our destinies. love seemed foreign, for sturdy people, we lived in
secret, enlove with naked souls. the days were apparitions, visions in air
particles, atmosphere creating crickets.
I was taken
inside, like losing sanity, at ghosts—hand to serenity.
life would seize
us, like medieval warriors, with minds anchored to steel.
the misery of
desire the
cult of
attraction, try to investigate.
many would have
physics as spirit, invisibility as moved by corporeal bodies, I must acquiesce.
hairpin disasters,
ageless sacrifice, we dislocated, feuding, we disliked the remedies. sinning in
circles, aliens in cities, masters of raw despair. agonies seizing us,
inadequacies unlatching us, many insecurities make souls diligent.
the trench is
screaming, the babies are raving, security is overcooked.
a palm with
psalms, a bible with new eyes, a woman with one dream. if to confirm one
mirror, if reflection remained adorable, if we never incurred shame.
9/8/2021—
rawer morning air.
around 4 a.m. an incent is burning. let sentences carry merit, in screams,
buried in dungeons. I’ve cherished dreams, lavish, unfaithful fancies,
fornicating aspirations. eating phantasms. digesting porcupines. conversing
with a large raccoon. those easier times, carefree, little understanding of
freedom. while souls died, climbing politics, systematic destruction.
infiltration. falcons in motion. eagles suspicious. like harlequins, seen with
estrangement, agony pouring into a cup.
perception eschewed. it couldn’t be true. with beauty being overused.
such overborne bodies, as souls of havoc, in every circle, men are watched
closely. I’ve taken some pride in the
youth—decoding existence, sharper than most are/were. much silence. mainly hawking.
promised riches, as they come to the strong. those brands of fire, those
gadgets inside, much radiance in someone struggling—with eyes prizing glory,
understanding seeming innocent, many souls swimming to excellence. at gymnastics, concerned with mental
health, much pressure to succeed. as souls hearing in bits, diamonds
unraveling, souls becoming jewels. the fight of the battle of the war! certain self-conditioning. racing through
caves. captured by ambition. listening to our thoughts, trespassed by greed,
where a man carries sawdust in his eye. cheeks turned, affliction consecrated,
souls keep gunning.
