…those sediments, this soil texture, our
oaken dreams—hacking for coughing, as coughing upon gravel, our social
wrenches: this sluggish snail, this rabid rabbit, our fangs sanded low: this
spirit-vampire, this creative melancholy, our brains shoved beneath mounts:
that inner courage, this silent hell, this Sienna Cell: if torn that cut, those
blankets filthy, our tunics dripping resistance—as casual trolls, upon rafted
diamonds, as becoming sophisticated jewels: our Bugatti leather, our Jaguar
brakes, this tendency to exist as passive victims: or attic soldiers, abandoned
to warfare, abandoned to lithium. We
lose beauty, as gaining insistence, while laughing this brief escape: as
consequential nuance, at inconsequential agendas, this miracle proving its falsification:
our gravid eyes, while pillaged by realities, this soul pitted where squirrels
gather: at lakes kneeling; at screams terrorized; at aches this essence bent
towards destruction: that challenge to suffer, those remote images, this
inverted routine: to sense imbalance, despite rosy smiles, as pushing for
comforts this alienated soul: our sour spices, our lamb with grits, our moldy
breads: our big-eyed pillars, that loose-fitting language, this haunted
resistance—as treacherous motives, this inner mirror, our visions clouded by
crystals: where oceans dream, our spasms eclipsed, our spouses observing: that
manic wealth, those kleptic genetics, our freedoms hampered: at taunts by selection; at rubies pitching dice; at terns feeding mood-shifts.
It requires years, those methodical monks,
while absent to demographics: this elegant scar, embedded in membranes, at
churns rumbling through cedarchests: that outer armoire, those colorful
garments, our societal voyages: our humble condition, this skeptic glory, our
cynical wounds: (at but a gesture, to ruin equilibrium, as so sweet this terror
by souls): seeking Popeye’s spinach, or Yosemite’s zeal, while fleeing this
incurring existence: this moody weather, our combative minds, this glassy grass
depicting mental advocates—at pure feelings, unable to climb, where liquor
impairs emotions: that cocky retort, that welkin trespass, that demanding
passport: our curses as souls, this gem inverted, while learning this insistent
darkness: our waves as tittles, our tides as conditioning, while resistant that
ploy, at which, forces submission: that dear friend, so sweet this luxury, so
pure our shared dilemmas: our calloused heels, this trekking through clouds,
our pains as existential instruments: those cymbals screaming, that harp for
soothing, this brief reality confronting our status-quo.
I walk lagoons, dearly at sunrise, about
torn through thoughtful screams: this passionate planet, our illogical nature,
as possessing atypical crochets: this balanced iguana, to pass our sights,
where awareness meets cadence: our difficult judgments, as feral habits, at
jogs or seated at mercies: this looking outward, to locate something inward,
traipsing from deserts to green pastures: those winter blues, that jasper
summer, this ability to regroup perceptions: as lived a miracle, this exercised
saint, our days flogging temperaments.
We come to spaces, crowded by rooms, this
island in Indonesia: our suited threats, this knitted alleluia, that particular psalm: as kids run gallantly, so much sap
to t-shirts, where ducks quack, flapping frantically—this artsy swan, this
resting chameleon, this park strutting its aloofness: those withering leaves, that
Bugs Bunny kite, this picture perfect family: as left equals right,
speaking metaphorically, that typical yin for yang—this hope in souls, this
thought to cries, where Melancholy has a cousin named, Bliss: this grace to
souls, while thoughts erupt, at years thankful for mystic souls.
