Our sinus afflatus, this bone to shivers, this raid upon harps: our arts’
rebellion, this temper made gentle, this fury of calming rivets: those
shattered dreams, as thought with Claritin, our allergic infatuations: our
green-eyed luxuries, to sense with essence, this battle for overtures…as casual
Quixote’s, or radical Monroe’s, bled for tensions spread too far. It arrives as justice, this bleeding of
oranges, to insist upon this pyramid of lemons: by tall tales, this wound to
flesh, as told to apologize: that
fragrance with deaths, this pond with geese, our deserts deserted at crowded
Malls: this plum as sweetness, this blouse as ruined, our laughs by tents so
contagious—if but as sung, this orchestra by visions, this viscous a terror to
cries. I roped a feeling; I died
survivals; I clutched upon sky-rafts—those vague gazes, this portal’d arrival,
our sad realities—as flushed with passions, this den of lions, our refusal to
absorb this distance from self…that intimate stranger, as left to sheets, while
cadence a thought pure with estrangements: our lavish sacrifices, our daughters
leering, our mothers if but one last cigar—those inner dimensions, this
geometric map, our days as pausing mid-sentence. It was dear to hells, It was hells to deers,
We salvaged a piece of what it meant to perish—those languid sighs, those
lethargic pains, this touch so sweet while necessities reached for comforts:
that intimate groan, that scent by showers, this scent by Old Spice—or more to
Gillette, or souls to Beyoncè, so treasured this design where questions are
stifled: for love was gray, those borderline personalities, those inner
sociopaths—insomuch, a dream, this riveting passion, as shared by
instincts. I’m cold a river, or chilled
a furnace, at variances with psychs: where truth is honorable, this distinctive
professional, while arts conform to genius:
this glib harshness, this sweet vinegar, that pull suggesting expertise: to have those guts, while
learned by taekwondo, where it felt terrific to expose: our light-brown Krishna’s, our Jewish ephods, our hazel red eyes: that inner horizon, this
thought-by-thoughts, those miracle survivors—as time would seethe, or memories
bleed, this tender struggle with insanity—that space of Divinity, this
occurrence with scythes, this plate filled with Play-Toh—our country songs,
invested in membranes, to courage with lights this functional psychopath. I admire wits, this spacial fraction, this
mental anguish: those long serums, this tension for purpose, this inability to
discern beyond titles: that shorn confession, while seeping deeply, to imagine
this Thin Line dividing intentions:
our Luminous Oils, our Third-Eye-Glories, this Intuition reaching through ghettoes afar our Suburban Rites: if but
to live, as living is good, where
psychologists purpose with dreams: that livid anchor, this ship to turbulence,
our screams to Jonah afflux an inner shell: this clam delicacy, this fierceness
while typing, our months to a particular study: as to enter his brains, or to invade his spirit, where shifts become plural experiences; this trepid
current, this illuminating addict, this
field permeating serious disclosures—as mere men, or extravagant women, or cultic psychiatrists—to render
features, as studied too long, while drilling this ultimate existence: our
brains bleeding, this sad disposition, our eyes to water—while feeling
Princess, this whishing soul, where daughters and cousins proffer too much
sympathy—to dance with life, as infused with strife, while cut a feeling willing insanities: our inner grandparents,
this woman his core, to sense this distinguished schizophrenic: that gorgeous
woman, that bias fly, this cage fretted for loved as reality…. We nibble Swiss-Chard, pondering dilemmas,
filmed for purposed aloft a scream—this winter’s bride, this Church as
explosive, our apostolic charisma: if but this friendliness, as to confess this
love, as for, this indispensable swan: our lakes to valleys, our valleys to
questions, our questions left unanswered—as furious climate, or delirious
haphazard(s), fueled with utter disclaims.
