the filth the family the inheritance;
abusing power, enhanced lies, the creek is filled, the respect is gone; I was a
corner soul, a poolhall passerby, a train track leaper. another sacrifice,
another mother, an orphan to father. needing greatness, hoping on a prayer,
eating the Eucharist. so much faith, invisibility, the mistake of the freedom
chasers. shackled for infinity, bolder than a lioness, morning drugs, morning
pain, drained of belief. so crazed in the land, guillotines for religious, a
nun in her years—wanting, desiring, needing a child. I ran into fields. I laughed
over tragedy. some defense method. it seems amazing, a damn carnival, sipping
indifference—palming unlikeliness. modern day slavery, found in poverty, so
much given to sustain imbalance. the love of suffering, the agony of virginity,
the matrix of mother. hands to pavement, belly insanity, vomit at the curb;
stray animals, unlikely heathens, beasts, monsters, repentance; all consumed
with abuse, such a fusion, so much pain glowing. the fear of the doctors, the
rage of the bishops, the fig ate in private. drugs having communities, shot
seven times, or given grace, returning for pride. under 200 years, lampstands,
lanterns, streetlights; the skies as witnesses.
