IT’S IN YOUR FACE CUZ’ IT’S ALL OVER THE PLACE
it’s going but it’s coming right through me
piercing: like a damned paper cut
lemon twist and a salty nut
desecrate my pain on the inside
overflowing with thoughts, exposing what ought if bought by pride
it ain’t nothing but a thing
but also a breast, leg, thigh, & a chicken wing
the odorless will to create
has found its mate by slipping away
all day
traveling but by a nameless guidance reverting
relying on an obscurity bent, found flirting
how can we determine whether this is true?
my attempt at writing it out : is to find: the second, third, or replicated hue.
“occult – outside religion and science: astrology, mysticism, magic, extra-sensory perception, paranormal activities.”
what does it mean, if it ain’t clear, my dear?
i don’t understand? it doesn’t land! did you mean to use that ‘word’ or am i to assume a duplicitous scene? is the grass green or are you intentionally making it ObScEnE? is it supposed to – sound like a train? or more of a melodic morning rain?
tears do not always revere what has been taken away from me. crying from the inside, to embarrassingly : figure out what’s left to be done, as the sun shines while my shadow was out on a part-time run.
crushed like a pillar on the eve of mountain, pennies wishing into eros fountain. as rivers are depleted, spirits ascend and request: that i be seated, but instead my sadness is repeated.
what’s really standing out in the front?
“you can’t see the forest, for the trees especially if you’re asking on your knees! demand and reprimand as to affirm the line! you ain’t gotta hold it ALL in your mind: may your lip bring the florescent drip so that they ain’t caught like a banana and quickly slip!”
for though it rains heavy, my clothes were not ready. especially them shoes, they got it the worst. but it was my backpack that learned the lesson first. a whirlwind and unexpected mass soak up. it’s like my clothes were begging to be washed and made clean. even as the water did not redeem, or so it would seem?
(If only I could) DREAM YOUR THEME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But,
IT’S IN YOUR PLACE, CUZ’ YOU GOT IT ON YOUR FACE!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 