Psychic Collage

the many shifts in souls and brains to have hated what he loves. the landmark the body, the fierce courage, sadness guaranteed. tortured. the livid death. aching for girth and luxury.

sore transgression, war of his mind, sin appears as a living excellence, propelling salvation. investigating behavior, delving into self, recording asylum moments. showcasing uneasiness. placating one’s insecurities. clean carpet is never enough. home must be polished. furniture dusted. dishes washed. tub and toilet, porcelain scrubbed.

this is goodness. the subject is the object. we must withstand the multiple appraisals.

juices with gins. arrogance with performances. femininity with lakes and springs and oceans.

bred into and by trespasses … how to otherwise behave? the situation is ubiquitous.

the taste of beauty seems to hurt. assuming there is such in the observer.

sour apples. sore tummies. many days trying to get clean.

the last tragedy is the churning lesson, assured all is lost. skylights made filthy. footprints seeming plural. mind gravel seeming like quicksand. trying to adore and love and eat the praise coming out of one’s mouth. where pain dies, love suffocates, and one is just accustomed—to roads, asphalt, and uncertainty.

it’s made me a better understanding, a clearer composer, while causing PTSD. the beauty of the terrorizing revenge. yes—it demands, it tortures, many hours are put in to surrendering.

so sullied. too private. just waiting for a response. it’s time to relocate. (people should be allowed to be happy.)

remorse over losing, some remorse over shady areas, bold clairvoyance, we knew it would erupt—the sunshine beaming so long, the moon like a beacon, the battle like a linchpin.

the illness is the performance, while unhinged—still thinking, still negotiating; a branch and roots, harmony broken, headed to the locale bowling alley.

like life, it all will perish, surprised as the chimpanzee; singing to—so fleeting with it—running with waves in my arms; billionaire make-believe, trillionaire spiritual, still affected like the newborn novitiate. nights rebuilt, same day for like a week, morning breath and toothpaste.