I saw teddy bears. I heard crying. the
shoebill became emotional.
an enflamed face, Neutrogena skin, the
soul’s anguish apparent, while I walk left.
glossy eyes, abandoned rooms, I was
vague to croak.
mother whines, father was cruel, to
meet with his hands.
if not for laughs, we call it more
rain, the psychologist got ghost, I felt suspicious.
while cruel, a ghoul, I was with
terrible agonies. leaping inside, meshing with royalties, rolling further into
spaces.
hitherto, those adorable freckles, remorseful
panties, souls trying to find one celebration.
torrid/torrential years, torrid
jeers, fearing a woman got too close.
puddles of pain, existential glory,
the depth of the dragon, the fever of the snake.
if but to exhaust you, at feelings
made of rawness, this century is so fucked up!
let’s put it out there: I lost
friends, some snitched, some were jealous, others couldn’t sustain the
inconsistencies. women are at the center of loses, too much to let go, a soul
might need to destroy another human being; however, back to my slant on
reality, the ambiguous phoenix, the last civilized gorilla.
removing you is difficult. many
scars, many levels, many pains. ankle-high jeans, so damn cute, those Clarks
look old.
mind fantasies, the woman smiling,
baptized four times last March.
men laughing, women serious, to
imagine, each able to get lost in sexual affairs. so close, so warm. the same
activities with strangers. but it means so much.
a drink too many. I do know,
boundaries, gates, burning flames in one utterance.
inner certitude, as ravished by
silence, to kiss one last time before sleeping.
—born to genetics, an intellectual sponge,
the territorial shotgun—
