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Part I Scraping of the brackish lips. Insults aimed at being swift. of salt on untamed tongues. touching storm-like prayers of death aimed at them to heal, but water the roots of hellish foliage. Quickly stepping victim taps the
pavement with souls
Repeating drums of walking; through
quiet clean downtown streets.
Looking for solutions and questions
that he never could ask.
left hurt … n left injured a Soul was torn; by steel fibers scraped of aging
doors in winter sun
against his cold heart, like bad thoughts. He recalls what brought this on. Speaker of storm; thundering insults torturing reservoirs until overflow. incoherent responses causing sleepish
drifting in wonderland.
bring me home and dis’confuse me now. Part II Solved problems take me quickly to beds of
nails; hurting my upper thigh.
piercing flesh, bone against metal. life against confusion. Wired but still and smooth, against my bones. tranquil, like sunday sun at Pancake
breakfast.
On sleep in days during important bliss. well, bliss; … always important.
TV Shows recalling in brain-speed quickness police-car flashes calling back fear and thrill of nightmare layers of muck surrounding city, oil stained, streets of grease. Slippery Matchbox vehicles lighting the field up with everlasting pain and smog. busses. with confused RTD travellers. reading for unknown places knowing not that they know nothing and go nowhere organized. by the swift scheduled tinkling of RTD bus routes at constant RTD speeds and smog trails, all day … all day long. deathly stinking economical environmental
song of fallacy.
evil of evils that didn’t cause too much turmoil. that’s life before flashing pains of metal. … and of bone.
Part III
feet squeezing into the piercing points until the nails fall off in simultaneous militaristic order. one two three nails off and pain with me.
Anger with Pain and pain yelled with no avail. taking a bull whip and crack’ tapping Rain in the head of hurt. toss turn twinkle tank! Anger overcomes Pain
and Rage is made.
Here me now, in this transition state. reaching the shore with undulating softness and wave-like sun-shine … shinin’ … beauty. Rage, an old man yelling by himself at hidden images in the sky’s clouds at night I feel Rage (Kaya) and glee (in me). bell’s ringing and the day came and went
back to wait longer for this soul cursed
more riot than any criminal’s last-minute
fight against the surping blood drinkers.
Yeah, life. Yeah … , life. To strife and …
pulsating patience. my veins beating my brain until I can’t wait any longer.
Eternity reached by the door closing with
my submissive requests. answering obeying and seeing my way across the chains on my wrists.
well it is come to end and time to be quiet responsibility and sterile sex for me.
Know me, though. know me when sanctuary forgets to call, and know that you can gleam in the shadows of my rip-tide. That you may bask in the sun of m’ knowledge and swim in my dreams of butterfly strokes.
… you’ll be with me, to experience my
glory ad be eternally mine.
… on my chest against my breast
forgiving patiently
waiting for my love to elevate you to shores of sensual … incensed turmoil.
Loving this possibility and seeing stars to prove the day against the skeptical soldiers and beats that counter you. I love you, whoever you are. I do. … I do. End my life … destroy my family I will leave and end up right at the railroad greenery and shut down in emptiness on broken tracks with evening sunshine knowing’ness.
