Third date
Breathe and breathe and
boom!
Wow, unrolling a path of action
down a vision hallway
yet nowhere clear to see.
I am using negative emotions
to eulogize my options.
How sick is that?
It
seems crossed-purposed,
but
I’m do believing
as
if to share in we-all-believe,
don’t
we?
I
got fear in my pigment color.
Trauma
is my curious far off on the horizon muse.
Controversy
permits me to inwardly stammer.
But
I am predatorily factual by nature.
I
sometimes can use the strong-arms
of purpose in situations like this.
I am, as if by virtue, a conclusionary.
I dress myself up in convenience
and pursue futures as results.
Others as friends of mine,
by their absence in my life,
pay me the compliment of omission
for my presence with all of this
from my breath in flight . . .
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