Suits & Garbs

Its nature’s kindness, our warm blankets, this daughter’s soul: our Armageddon, embedded in twine, our fists gentle to carpets: this burgundy bible, this interior lake, our swimming through ceilings.  I psych self a spark, casual about quilt-scars, affixed to this inner robbery: our patient aches, our resolutions, this foreshadowing resentment: our falcon surgeries, our mental saints, our feelings becoming suspect: where mother’s precious, this flawless miracle, our realities as inverted conceptions.  I wrecked at silence, over seventy miles that hour, fiddling grandmother’s compass: this deliberate, moderate woman—so fragile by bridges, ergo, this atypical prison: as relinquished guts, this schizophrenia, our relatives hitchhiking nightmares.  I met a lady, too soul-ajar’d to sustain violence, too resistant to claim paradise: this metal melting, our smelted agendas, this furious feature: our limbs flimsy, while daughters giggle, where addicts bemoan such insincerity: our model planes, our Ferrari kits, this palm sized train—as siblings garner, this feeling of exclusivity, to deny those aggravating seams—where candles whisper, as powders are sprinkled, our sanities adjusted through stardust.  Death was capricious—as life became erratic, such havoc to souls as Love became fluidity: this man’s ship-star, as accustomed those months, where casual dreams befell our hellish endeavors: this woman to intelligence, this eagle to deigning, our wellic ambitions—as, therewith, this therapeutic, while rivers are insatiable, to come to terms with normality: this skewed perception, this loyal catastrophe, our livers flushed by green teas.  I thought to curses, those generational monsters, our deepest disgusts: as demons lurk, these inverted realities, our chasing for running while returning to sensations: herewith, this  feeble grin, those atom-pictures, this freedom to destroy self-portraits—as images shatter, this camera so false, our minds sketching caricatures: this cold deliverance, this wretched ambition, this goodness as self-proclaimed: hereto, this needed validation, where souls whisper, while friends debate integrities: this rinsed sewer, this mighty afflatus, this casual tear—as wiped a glance, our wars to allegories, those deep debates about Samuel.  I lived a fable, a quarter scream away, fiddling through trajectories: our liquor breath, our pedestal mentors, this dream I felt familiar: this slew of spirits, this tarot pearl, this emerald manikin: by sculpted intestines, our guts bearing witness, this nausea unto nothingness: if but in knots, our naked vulnerabilities, those eye-to-eye thickets: if but to ghosts, our genetic pendulum, at a soul's arteries: to claim sobriety, blinded by sawdust, our gymnasiums fraught by false imprints.  I bought a dreamcatcher, this snake streaming, our rooms but feathers and tar: I saw a feeling, creeping through dungeons, arriving at infatuation: to come to terms, reading Dialogues, placing a daffodil to furnace: those rejected portraits, this mental calligraphy, our seconds by admirations: to get so close, as to discover flaws, thereby, angered with others for projected perceptions—as faraway valleys, this trenchant air-cave, our fulcrum screeching through phantoms: this penchant resonance, this forbearer by webs, our steep irritations.  We padlock emotions, or run this kleptic risk, while knitting our sanities: this fetching dream, this majestic splendor, our tales to self reverted to adolescence: hereto, that feeling, distracted by thoughts, this generator by unsuspected miracles: this fiery mantra, this sitting at Destiny, those debates with symbolic intimacies: as printed to soul, our brain-helicopters, this feeling as time denotes a fleet as puppets: this hero’s dynasty, as enchanted a scar, where false-imprints depict a giant: this grandiosity, as deflated by realness, to come to terms feeling quite humble: this outer resistance, this inner rejection, those affections for one’s mental contortions: if but to exhale, feeling our mystics—discussing properties that appear steeply ordinary.