Tuesday, January 21, 2014

To fulfill this infantile fantasy


Secrecy (a sense of), as fast as hymn shedding water/nudges/shadow/bosses/yessuh/      They didn't even try to listen to what we were calling after     a gash in the story as fortune    or a black man getting laughter into his fast song  rap song lie / bull before the smile  in the form of the woman he only loves and the child if he only knew / why  //  chasing a government balloon across the luck stage. She's a dancer    so-called by the way her perfect proportions land on the music until it can't be true that we leap so deftly from one answer to the next : history  sex  foucault    better get it in your soul  promise, soldier? Do you promise? Advice to a high roller. And don't look down.Upon (reflection). Discretion is suddenly aggressive. All quietness remembers itself as such a tribe of telekinetic desires it could be your other family floating by a pack of lambs like the radiation could make you trip over your own panic   numb uncle sam and get offended when it's safe to breathe again      But not yet