Being broke was a kind of suspension, a privileged disease. Its needs so intransigent, brutal, endless. Rage of demands that provoked a wild restless vanity that sparked against all manner of reason, like a demon bearing in its wake a license to battle to bleed, a treachery against the interminable.

Demons lurkers treachery. Left overs from the age of creature spirits damning life to a treason of some unknown end or kind, as if it was always so.

Treason from what?

Waves lurked with sublime negation right below surface of love. A rattling numinous puzzle intriguantly crouched in an unbearable awareness.

How defiance ascends — so devious and pure of heart.

Chasing a fuse around every bend — And the host gone off to blow up the mountain?

Host

Let free the celebrant, the host —

Chummy yummy mutants, bold lovely molten bees beholden. Coiled, in sacred virgin blood — to sleep like an angel of innocence was anything but.

The holy dark.

And let it fall. To fall — was to reveal its host?

Shrill restless torments to think of as remnants and dormants, aching galling to be relinquished, banished reprieved vanished hauled, carom carom fly and die.

Mixing living with dead in way that was a lullabye, sleepy slope and slam.

Hybrid, rabiteye.

Boots

Forty pair.

Sprawled out across the closet floor, as went searching.

What should they be. Everything depended on walking.

Something angry and roiled — loved in a fickle as a sin against nature. Sin wrapped as freedom to unwrap find overdefined undefined. All in a wild herd of hopes and misgivings alert —

Mostly to animal dangers. Mortal breadth.

Rubber bottomed and rose embellished. She couldnt find the other had to be here —

Born-a-slave nights parade, grievous odious dollar gave movement.

She’d bought them anyway. Itself, a sign of belief in tomorrow.

Why’dja Birds

The songsbirds known as Viduidae.

Billy Bob’s second category of promiscuity.

Viduity — is to love the dead? to love beyond limits of life, to abandon the edgy tumultuous thing called love — to its toxic tosh to its unbreathable fire.

Why was staring into a violent climactic expository of woeful gob (like sparring gods) so delicate, savory, blossom full of revolving evolving personation —

A stirring lovely agape thing — a kind of subvert insurgent straw worm economy.

Or like the song of an Indigobird, but that whispers screaming — hungry crazed enchanted flighty passerine, Exclamatory Paradise Whydah. 

Proverbial to interjecta intempestive of a childs merciless why why why why why why me – loop sacred cunabula for making sense of blinding ropes of moving hopes.

How many moons collect to attune, like a sounding balloon —

Yes?

Voluptuous phantom employments, what became stealth “acquisitions.”

To secede into “the depths,” lovingly magnified, a recipe of devout resistance.

What rallies — where approbate. And once alert doesn’t ever relinquish.

Madness accumulative to breaking into the sublime — with nail, for a hammer.