LIKE youth so soft and preciously gentle and full of truth.
Like songs of
abstract chords and missing teeth (by dreams) tongue roaming
for space
to find; as hearts so do. The teeth of roaming dogs bite my
heels
but the soul is a hallway listening to those weak words i
drip upon pages
Emotions like tears
confusion as Jesus
that lets Judas kill
(my) blood and must not spill
so stupid so entertained by high
and low an albino //hallway
echo]] a kiss of my telling
say, my mind never ignores
how people tell me i look terrible
got a screw eating wood so old
all blasphemy “ eats me.
And when my intellect lies in
all the halls of fame i think
of band music playing outside
inside of me. I got no background
got now files so zero so all alone
So never say (this is a story based
on a story so full of lies) don’t
say my mind ignores this soul;
it was what they said yesterday
in a conversation in a coffee cafe.
:: 03-26-2016 ::
