i know for vipers, an incredible fiend,
much endless matrimony.
sanctioned cycles, motor-mobility, a
fragile atmosphere—the undertaker.
filming remorse, an online horse, certain
silence.
cursed for deaths, breeding lives, cut
into flesh.
current horses, present rabbits, and
rabid eyes: yogis watching, daughters at birth, brains conscious and grieving.
i sipped Jesus, i ate his intestines, i lost while grieving with
more anguish—religious suffering.
blanketed with exhaustion, the
miracle mansion, thoughts infringing on personhood.
love
is afar, bars made resilient, and rusty static: to dance most
sinful, cursed by goodness, here in
my dreams.
the theologian. the raft leaking. elephants
and whales!
the gut feeling, raw destruction,
many parents trying harder.
ruined by passions, damaged by
fortune, thereto, the diary is just the beginning.
i thought about pain, the
adolescent, so close he dreams: ironic love, concerning the ache, at deeper
memories.
i couldn’t love back when, a
stranger of souls, hearing venom, tasting lies.
the perfect father. have they
created the perfect father? better: the perfect mother, does she exist, will
souls allow for perfection?
casual thoughts, dormant by ages, spilt
milk and terrors.
the velvet rug, an inner season, such
reckless abandonment.
mystics soaring, filled with
trepidation, much baffling awe.
sweet remarkable tears, a need for
normality, all souls become frenzied.
