TO REPEAT MYSELF WITHOUT BEING CRUEL

HOW we eat grapes with swollen lips     how we give blood for Love
      how butterflies float-dip      and    grass     barely stands
while so wrecked we are  “oh those memories!”

For the most i hope all meaning   isn’t lost within a small madness
for most i hope: my escape   wasn’t much too laggy-loosey
but to be free is the shit     yes, it’s all inside our heads
now universal jester   court jester of humans ~
i appreciate that but please
to appreciate that but please
nothing is to explain how my heart drips wonderful
memories across all of eternity? [yes]  Does it have to be?
Was it meant for me?

Then she kissed and said,  “Stay asleep and keep faith.  To be
true so true is to repeat yourself
~ “There’s so many ways to confuse your head.” ~

If by meaning — i repeat myself — /Crack a slice from now \ — kick
off your shoes to find yourself free)(  for the most i wish by feelings
in morning you’ll begin to see the light which you slept last night
— slip drops stand rolled discuss dead air and please explain
about the many ways we can believe in life
when we leave the Love we held so close.

We held so close.

It’s a Soul boy.  Nothing more.  Never need to discuss it again — slip out the side
between white and gray — light or dark will set you free.

:: 04/14/2022 ::