bounce -- back --
archangels --
stereotypes.
ballistic bombastic--
black women--
hips--
watermelons~~
rude-- sighs~
interruptions--
cannibalism
margins and marigold biscuits... stupor and liquor ... then a song ..
then a dance ... what masculine?
what feminine?
just transitories in a world full of temporaries.
complaints and kisses.
full world smooches.
lust and arrogance
cigarettes and bombshells.
kinship and traitors.
malicious victors.
"count me in!" they say.
"where is the love?" they pray
and their eyes then search the stony blue of the ether
trying to decide whether to believe Faith
or partake in the Satan.
what hearts and what jams of doors.
"look, they invite you in with boarded windows."
but still you go screaming in to dash your head on the grainy stone on
Cement
and then you deduce unpleasantness as as matter of time
bugs on your fingers.
your armpits their goal.
you imagine them as nightmares.
but the truth refuses to budge.
so your patent terror
"chills your bones"
and so you discover
roses and more.
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