Friday, June 24, 2016

john f. kennedy.

extreme is the soldier-
rebel
against not the heart of itself
but the cushioning
protecting it

don't need that shit
don't need that shit

ever
do i
note i'm awakened

noted?
noted. (better

be noted
).

your life is a name
given
by courtesy
mostly legs, at that

the drumming sound
you admire most
ends

karma
is cool

suffering
is my best buddy

together
nebulous bruise
that goes no-where
on my watch

blesses my heart
imprisons
only itself

by choice
as feelings surface

throughout processing
whose heads
i push

under the water
in the pool

i'm lucky to have

this
act
is one
of recognizing
how lucky

i am

do i
love life? do
i ever

nations
and nations
of love

for my luck
which

i spite
then say
"just kidding

about
that spiting."

holy
shit
the love

holy
fucking shit
god
whom
i thank for.