I see greens, as a flamingo of onions,
this sullied lullaby. I see cattle,
branded by searching, at wits this delicate swan. I hear smiles, those resonant brains, as
leapt a heart’s accordion: this filter astray, as chased by rabbits, to
flourish a kiss as kept apart: this flying mystic, this wafting aroma, those
flowerers sealed at deaths. I tasted salt,
this bleeding perfume, this mythic enchantress: those flailing arms, this
mental liturgy, those years to feeling restricted—as driven flies, or baited
crocodiles, this light too vicious to sustain.
I casual life, admiring gems, at cantankerous clashes: this inner man,
this outer soul, while fleeing to a nearby parish. [I must address it, this uncanny feeling,
while accustomed to friendships: this lurid painting, that fresco ceiling,
those African accessories—as chiseled within, this benign grin, as malignant
enchantment: this furious daisy, as charmed by powers, to lift as spoken an axe
to chains: our romantic standby; this alligator’s teeth; this desert flight as
fly-good affliction: to pace a cave, encased in fire, while glaciers pour
through rabid lava]. We desire more,
this art by trees, this flowing undergrowth: those grains by sands, our essence
by spirits, this indomitable force ushered internally: those sprinting leaves,
this autumn rain, our innocence reaching immortality: to fly as chosen, leaping
generations, our religious insights supported by science occultisms: if but
this churn, at strengths with lions, our ferocious appetites becoming
sensibilities: as wildness to apes, or sophisms to redemption, this feral dingo
becoming a protestant priest: while never forgiven, thrust into communities,
where contentions become grounds for irrational thoughts. [I must address it, this gentle feline,
occasioned for paradoxical existence: as being essence, dwelt afar, our
clarinets dragging rationality—this flight of ghouls, affected by scriptures,
standing up-knitted those maverick lagoons: this man running, this daughter at
raptures, our mothers seemingly missing crucial realities: where silence
stings, as dreams dissipate, while said essence yearns to liberate]. Its turquoise passions, or jade liquids,
our Bentley empires—while mother ponders, sitting in stillness, shared with
friends: this man at challenges, his life to weights, this culturally indebted
sacrifice: as rarely loved, or loved by triumph, skating for leaping chased
through deserts: our daughters’ hearts, our fathers’ worries, our passive
agreements; for life by deaths, or deaths by life, this kettle blaring its knell;
by freezers bleeding, leaking oils, while catfish are gutted. [I felt a smile, this ritual as private,
our passive dementias: whereas, with tulips, this brief existence, our tingling
heartaches. I felt fire, this old
admission, while tugged for digging. I
heard whispers, so far within, this binocular psych; thereto, are restraints,
these formidable standards, while reaching for normality: this un-normal seed,
pleading his atmosphere, at wars by evidence; as ever a shadow, tremendous with
silence, a bit passive concerning this like of existence: that forest’s trail:
those iron rails: this madness as resistant tales: to courage existence, while
blinded this life, at furious characteristics: this reaching for perfection,
encased in old habits, a fool’s paradise.
[I must address it, as if it didn’t live, this spiritual dominion: our
inner parakeets; our meerkat thoughts; this war between families: as internal
rifts, bleeding sanities, this innocence as losing its toughness; to casual
life, as acquiring debt, a woman by several suitors, while each a burning
bridge. We bat an eye, to hear but
evidence, our souls as self-acclaimed: this inner theory, that outer therapy,
this mental psychologist: with knowing for goodness,
as refusing tolerance, to afflict while rented as humans: we speak by Nevers, indebted by treasures, at wars
our arteries’ memories: this cold guitar; that warm piano; our fixation with
accusing our reflections: that inner forgiveness, as crucial to existence, our
epicurean debates]. I learned, Utility, as mere a beginner, struggling
with needing possession: those absolutes,
as foreign kingdoms, nevertheless, as sheer excitement: where addiction
alters, our exercised rights, electric a fire for swans.
