I'm better than several Junes and O'Hara's subtle jinxes swooning in the casual mule/rink of too many unions fucked into rank and/then god mentions how the very fact of being human is incriminating — black rapture Rothko's / Africa / maroon on red What weapons are left to use against the invisible / Imma be a singer into the yessuah sweet daddy sungod suh
I don't want to be too thorough anymore that was bullshit / bold glow of the sad toreador incidental matador (show up as your mother, or) who stole his slow mount from the moving picture circles / reel, real, worse than true these movements are rehearsed like abandonment again and again in my sandbox, Papa, don't stop at catharsis
How did I miss that the neutered one was bi-polar, his elegance for a mask his indifference for a package deal his satisfaction for his blackness I crave chicken bones and weave at that steeplechase/opera/ but act all meek about area rugs falling into the juke box How did I overlook the abuse and feel loved again so beautiful
I'm so beautiful
is it because I'm so beautiful
