pushing in the face of haste.
a carrot dictating your fate.
four city blocks and i’m getting off,
on my addiction.
three needs were addressed while others were adrift in speculation, speculation.
two roots in a match, each other on the other’s back, so i taste them, so i taste them.
one long breath, so it all makes sense.
oh capricious victim, how i wish you’d listen,
instead of simply hearing what i say.
the hour you’ve enlisted, though young and solipsistic, hasn’t got the clout to not obey.
i am in a car, stuck in traffic, at the age of anyone, coming from forgetting and restless …
see it’s better thru remember what gauges never measure,
what process’s always practiced but never preached.
see you are unhappy, well versed in agitation, for pushing round the peaceful emb-ssies.
its a… octave
(singing your dead)
haunting your sleep.
haunting your heart.
with one thing
thats sacred as
a threat to our cause.