…at morning light, this rustling raccoon,
as birds dance through winds: this fallen castle, our Trojan cigars, this
Maybelline synergy: our daughters laughing; our mothers but mansions; our grandfathers
stationed in stillness; this color riche python, this old frenzy, our
reputations needled. I’ve died to love,
agonizing love, furious and fatal concerning love: this beaming bulb, our
broken binoculars, this barrel of burgundy—as wine dripping, our sober breaths,
exhaling our neighbor’s energy. I flip
through Vogue, this teenage atmosphere, pondering our kleptic swan: our roses
pressured, our plight-innocence, this Cajun infusion—as canines whistle, while
felines whisper, our psychic volts alarming crows: this harmless man, this
ferocious power, this devouring essence—where cygnets doodle, as psychs
scribble, while swans watch in anticipation.
I dream bigger, as barely catching winds, while giants participate at
dripping particles: this esoteric hue, this acrylic reality, this tone shaded
in perception—as fretting souls, fritting passions, where husbands nurse
essential frost: at panic by cyber, at dungeons by thoughts, at memories about
a bowl of cereal—our bowels kneeling, our guts frantic, this vomit destroying
suede: while Paris dances, our words to ballet, our cadenzas those nights to
silence: if but to thread, as arias revive, this smidgen casted to guillotines. We coddle masters, this throttle screaming,
this furious temper: our days to grays, our evenings to beige, our minutes to
gazing at ladybugs: those remarkable images, flooded through logos, our
fledglings disrupted by kitsch: if but to sing, this fallible prison, where
thoughts capture our Grecian Enterprise: or souls as lavish, disturbed as
benighted, while struck a science pleading its divisibility: as pro-glow
depicts spirits, where demi-essence insists lights, while quasi-instructed
features gods. I laugh as sung, to sing
as sang, fettered for released to freedoms: this violet sunrise, this rainbow
personality, this skill set for discourse—as Prada Candy, this wellic gloss, our computers heating
wildly—if but for covers, as captured conveyance, to transport an
undercurrent—this lively soul, feathered in theoretical(s), able-minded for
human. I remember dimples; this born
instinct, goggling our emotions: this
Ferris-ambition, that lime-green serpent, this fortress broken by sunrise. I imagine squad-goals, furious fevers, while
coming into personhood: this inner contagion, flaming for drifting, accustomed
to a particular jargon: those exotic tulips, that risqué language, this
searching for centipedes. It comes to
passions, our ink-stained palms, our shirts splattered with paints: those
ceramic dreams, our canvas-madness, such miracle-minded creativity: our foaming
interests, this mental conditioner, our shampooed philosophies; indeed, our
epistemologies, this fancy with actualities, this graven image for truths: to
know but life, as existing in love, a tear bashful about lights: or that
feminists nature, reading through subtle projections, realizing this war for
equalities: to swaddle kittens, or cuddle puppies, while raiding an ant-colony:
those beige features, this love for baboons, as fretting a chimpanzee’s eyes. I wonder for mentors, as claiming this
portion, where artists chime at noetic frequencies: as different souls, aflame
political lights, at treasures our pragmatic dispositions: where granny
ponders, those absurdities by rights, favored in love but feeling cursed: this
soaring spirit, as spacial prisons, perfected through poisons—insofar, our
reigns, this trip through pains, to arrive excavating emotional graves: this
full person, as alive this life, perfecting our public personas; indeed, for
progress, while chiseling our interior, our fireplaces as purely metaphorical—where
memories bathe, while forgiven denotes forgotten, but arts to trauma remain our
personalities. I’m soon to
lights—reading Plato, demanding myself to release this fusion: as
pond-energies, displayed in countenance, this stern for serious intuition:
where swans must debate, this agony by sizes, to flight through life depended
upon insights: our sources valued, our dreams meshed, our knowledge condensed:
this inner selfie, this mental mirror, this tangible picture.
