wincing at the shrewd dilapidated elegance of subtropical California
and those puzzles which join our sins as love what are our sins as love ? the difference between a duty and need, narrows childlike and ancient the one and only tremendous muse, the difference
The time I didn't tell him
The time I did
the time I was my own hero and could have filled an effigy of tones with sheer neglect of myself and called the flames, father, again, searchlight hymns, so redundant the hot trope of melody plunges into the green implications famous unknowns/ and I name the forgetfulness : freedom the clean biography of surfaces coming to mean oneness
or the way everybody but otis could become a symbol of the frozen periphery as he has become the difference between me and me — learning to be casual again and even when that gets as boring and perfect as blowfish, the laughing shoulders of niggas and dignitaries, eaters of flesh who condemn killing
all we fear is envy lately
my sister on the tarmac weeping while the hot lights of the camera melt her dilemma into skill, how the subtlest events send you into the family and back like an errand boy
we're not, probably, put on earth to prepare
there are certain things
that only by living through them do you learn to live through them
settlement into colony and back again and tribe bending into bright nonviolence —
where resistance trails off like a stolen line leaning on the familiar
in a steady swarm of the inconnu
and wanna be charlies, charlatans afraid to pretend
