I lit a clove, adrift through rituals, at
Cajun practices. I saw a psych: I heard
a therapist: I remembered a friend; as never before, sipping teas, concerned
with longevity—as loves a soul, while mourning graces, at pictures disguised by
frankness: this whisky turmoil, abated through energies, a tear concerned with
manias: this radical frenzy, defined as energy, at Jordan discussing benefits:
this inner muscle; those European scientists; this mental movie debating
disorders—as purely functional, a man knowing dementias, to lose brains
afforded anchors: this rabid curse, as seized in parts, while memories bombard
nonchalance. I loved a feeling, this
breeze to concrete, at elation concerning rejection: as It must explain, this person coming to self, while at love this
segment of personalities: to die for fortune, while partly at calmness, to
immerge seeking something kindred; but hell to feelings; and hell to
responsibilities; where something feels good at that moment: indeed, to
nonsense, while raising children, effective as pure electricity: this lucid
anger, seeping into winds, at
thoughts concerning troubled activity: those vines to clouds, while plucking
purple grapes, at seconds, fiddling cobwebs—this neuron firing, this Zenist
response, as to iron-cushion, this Buddhist monk. I flick more ashes, steep within euphoria,
settled ironically within grandmother’s sadness: this fearless legacy, as
fraught with trepidation, a man losing through tumbleweeds—those deep inflections,
rooted within heart-rivers, our veins leaping into living-rooms: this settee
stillness, this ottoman decoration, our minds to rearranging our
wardrobes. I love a scar, as abused by
self, where a kind gesture would have reached Neptune: those mystery sights:
those endless waves: this fumbling while nibbling a chip; as, nevertheless,
vacuumed by intellect, driven by agendas, able to enjoy something new: that
wrenching question, this squirming for answers, as if demanded to say something
normal. I laugh a tad bit: I smile a
smidgen: I realize that It remains an
element of negative curiosities: this seasoned water-sky, as skies to
membranes, this amygdala under suspicion: as passed his soul, those windows of
old, trickling through cold embraces. We
die this way, as losing sensitivities, while wrestling to maintain compassion:
this genetic voice, this mental print, our daughters at serious meditations:
this father’s dream, our mothers’ concerns, our lives embedded upon
manuscripts; as lives our courtrooms, peering at legacies, where laws dictate
certain leniencies.
We debate social imps, aflame a fleshly
curse, redeemed through forgiveness: this passing feeling, as carved upon ants,
while feeling deep dejection: such fallacious shame, dismissed as life, while
pains tattoo our human craniums; but hell to regrets, as hell to scorching
souls, where existence is willing to participate: our designed floor-beds,
those intricate crickets, this feeling peppered by distrust—as beauty emerges,
those imaginary traits, where persons become perfect illusions: as but a
segment, this penalty of cries, therewith, this pedestal as unrelenting; of
course, by normality, as opposed to something unsanitary—this well wailing, our
wounds dripping, such as families laughing—this shift as churning, to erase
dear contagions, at peace, this restriction from abysses—where touch is death,
as love is illogical, while ruined for others.
Its London heart-greets, impassioned by
Paris artists, steep a canyon clawing soil: those days to us, as imaginary souls, filled by flesh and bone: this present
frustration, reaching into glassy grass, jarring a lady bud: to set it free,
this man by slavery, our ancestors seated at our dining tables: those years
prior, as never voiced, attracted to foreign art: this perfect science, as
rockets percolate, as doors open to close: (as revved sadness, those years to
rooms, this ability to swim: our fists raised high, afforded one slot, [this
need to strategize artistic systems]: this fool at love, while carrying,
Hercules, sick about this woman, Athena).
