Sculpted Spurts

Autumn Love

Loving us is rare: this fatal execution, this farmland by diseased crops—this portrait at existence, formed in bellies, oblivious to its audience: this fragile love, where men are poodles, while women are kittens; or this frantic love, at terse extinctions, or course pathways, (accursed with breath fleeing through lovers): to die this way, as never another womb, by deaths afflicted with lethal kindness.  I cried through valleys, trekking avenues, to approach those candid cities: those beige croissants, this endless caffeine, this tea with liqueur—or rabid discourse, at choice to lose, our bunnies ramped through colonies: this Heart of Darkness, this Art of Seduction, this 48 Laws of Power—if but to live, as sinned infested, musing for dying—at tyranny those lucid concerns! 
     

Limousine fantasies: Flinty flowers: Our arcade depicting sexual aromas; if but to perish, as cherished insights, this florescence our anguish.  I loved for loving: I love for feral(s): This wild excursion, penetrating, Isis, or less to thrones this fragrance called, Purple—our reigns to deaths, as occasioned this flame, to remember while seated this vicious volt—those centipede misfits, as explosive diaphragms, while conditioned to love wombs as if they breathe rarely: our encounters with lusts, our Trump sensations, this claim to voices through Hillary Clinton: our rageful Paradise, cut for slithering, at Love, this phantom English.

  

Gristle Beneath Bone: Day Two

I’m hectic dreams, fiddling through church-layers, at ease while ghosts thrust through gristle: those fabulous sensations, those welts for advancements, this notorious heart-suture—those lavender feelings, in white-pink marrow, while tomorrow’s visions flip into yesterday’s phantasms: (those anchor eyes, that driven gait, this fence in lights dissipating softly: as fools conquer, by daring evolution, while, too, fools suffer, from rabid alienation: this space at souls, this ghetto buoyancy, those seconds to capturing deepness: such rumination, as contemplation, while sudden this thunder afore dreams: our wilted petals, those trying training-gauges, our lawyers to longer analyses—this vatic habit, as habitual tension, to sip such panic to stars.  I drift closely, cementing steps, ringing smoke circles—as never suggested, if prior to seeing, while anguish peeked, [too distinguished for theatricals]: that lavish harmonica, our epic, Smith, this inner longitude—as fleeing closely, those turquoise pomegranates, those velvet-blue apples—at science with shame, this naïve disposition, thrusting fire this reverberation—as standing so closely, infused by deliberateness, at kisses a thought beneath caves).

I sense daughters, at tears by seasons, where mother sudden(s) upon dispositions: to arrive as blessed, to fuel as darkness, while to extract by carrying intestines—that locomotive, that indomitable engine, our vague elevators: to portion in parts, this downward ocean, while happenstance shuttles into furious elation—those islands merging, this immersed essence, our cordial investigations: to see us, gleeful, our mothers at battles, to happen-upon mature emotions: this railing yacht, settled at tracks, those speedboat-trains—as asunder, laughing, while atop wailing, at curtains this residue of existence: our casual projections, as absent from self, to razor through silence by silence: our ineffable souls, at laudable woes, as something inexplicable—that attic banshee, that living koan, this question concerning existence: our faces to glory, our inwards to essence, this joy as attained through angels: if but radical confessions, to breathe such  radical air, viewing through others those persistent evaluations.