suffragette

it seems so unfair..amidst these blue green willows

that you risk and take at the expense of the unknown
the tragedy, the hope, the trained ear turned to the side

the acceptance and understanding you feel
esp to someone like hunter s thompson
or push comes to shovel dickens

where do we come to stand up for sentiment? sediment cemented on a east river shore...tied into tai chi for that deep down body thirst

i thought...wait no ..i mean ..i think... wait no.. i guess i don't know what mirror to look into... our lives were aglow and the hope was so so

i don't get it. heal the knot that forms when i think about lilacs and summers impending depressions....sitting all days one leg up-- one leg down-- suffer the mourner of lost chided tantrums-- suffer the expose of perversions disasters

am i understanding only now than i am not fully in the tornado's path?

let me lie down again

i'll always be the more sentimental unable to move past what lessons i have learned... to leave those i love most is a pain too hard to bear i collapse under the pressure to pretend im unfaded

because i too fade
and my color is only due to too much wind exposure, fucking and running

the reality is a light grey she is almost white

so bright it hurts the eyes and blinds the unicorns antlers....bleeding them until they whinny