all this time, i've yet to come to terms with certain words for instance, design, and all of its nuance how do i design in true when i am a shard of azure experience in the endlessness of midnight blue?
all this time, i've yet to call my good form to return for instance, my designs, and all the nuances -- the water drains, shallow now, from my composition, as if i'm the desert, when once, i was my own oasis.
reflection is a given. still, how can i reflect this ill in good faith, when the poisonous sick saw my leg up ascend into ruins?
take a poor, fat, spiced chocolate kid from its welfare house put it in a program with rich kids, tell it it can be just like that, if it learns critical thinking, logical reasoning, communication, and problem solving. can it?
[falls asleep in a dumpster]
no one accounted for the rest of the hillbilly family. school officials build a false sense of equitable hope, and wear their badges with a flair of pride. guess what i learned at school today! not now, hon, we're watching dr. phil. then, it's my 600lb life. then judge judy. then house hunters. then the price is right. then
for all my preparation this project begins to slip away what if my great fantasy hinges on a banal happiness? the ink of ballpoint pen takes me as far as sorrow's edges i confess best to myself wetness skin to skin, with sweat's sweet and sour accompaniment is as close to happiness as i can steer this sinking ship as of late there's nothing left of the sweat to cleanse my dead palate