building Rome again

Baited breath in a whitewashed wish for willful acts - I came, I saw, I concubined her.

With _______ comes loss, building Rome again, day after day….as the Romans do.


On a day, in the light, as the clouds pass us by
It is a knowing, knowing its just beyond tongues, so excuses coin our talents + strings carry buzzwords born once in simple sincerity but not lost through repetition, doomed to repetition reclaimed in partition but slow and viscous…to heal.


Everybody should just write lovesongs.
Each stroke an act of creation
To die having created one thing more than I've consumed-
that is success
Listlessly lost listening to ambience, a weight, a lone wife, a pot to stew, brew, wait for the morning air, enveloping in mouthfuls plum poetry - needled for/by the masses (who equals force divided by acceleration)
Mea culpcha'
Again against the rain
Words to worry the time away - But flow, montage fabrication, faucet spurts and similes - Lost lost in the rain
Madwinds grins gouged through grizzles and grime, the abacus of heartbeats, bumping through nonknown nomenclatures within our languages, personal sin, falling once again, this time, feeling the wind in our armhair, to poese a question, in peony.


II

Something full and open too with hearts expanse considered through
The mind infers from hurried ends then staggers back to make amends
The dreams I dream are second hand + work to circumscribe this man
But that's OK, we've just to live this, and clear our minds to spark forgiveness