It’s
been some time, this vacancy concerning love, this sophisticated thicket: our
screams as silent, this admiration, as inborn tyrannies: wherewith, this
fountain, as, notwithstanding, this vinegar: our inner laughter, those mental
earbites, our flowers knitted into concretive feelings: those sad dispositions,
embedded by jewels, this crying ten seconds after love: our shackled wrists,
those heathen alibis, those remarkable bars: as livid a curse, at thirst for
passions, about crazy enough to proffer a firstborn: thereupon, these memory
cameras, that Madagascar desert, this indri-lemur—as entities between
continents, while listening to Tank, at features feeling familiar: our winter
music, our teas and odors, our resistance to rinse by showers: that dry
stickiness, those brisk hairs, this damage as seeping into dynasties: our wild
natures, confining to societal rules, as never but love so gentle: this
summer’s sugarcane, this symbolic mantis, our years to memorizing our stages:
that mirror yelling, that eye-eye creature, this story as depicting our
insecurities: that writing frenzy, that manic psych, this place as distorted
appearing so casual: therein, this infant laughing, our mothers warmth, this
remarkable ability to dissociate—that outer hell-cactus, those pools filled by
diamonds, this frightened affectation.
…if
but congestion, this minute by seconds, this kilometer afar: those
plant-hoppers, that leaf-litter, our musicality: (as love would analyze,
pulling back bamboo, scratching into synaptic gaps: our dinosaur inheritance,
this space where we advance, those questions disrupting equanimities: our stoic
membranes, this scientific ocean, this scientific countenance: as fueled with
beliefs, this casual elation, our yanks for tugs as seeming original: that
thing we like, as if we sung, this capital classified with apes: our broken
language, our Getty abortion, this giddy disposition: or women flexing, biting
for clawing, demanding our courage: to see that beast, or bestial a dream,
while piecemeal’n twigs: those gummy emotions, this gummy mind-swoosh, our
abilities to rekindle that nonchalant icicle).
…we
reflect love, dreary that birth, alive this magnificent curse: our fathers
laughing, our barbeques simmering, our grannies at cigars: this movie in minds,
this woman our tears, as so close our bones are breaking: that African sun,
that European winter, this place in Egypt that vixen we disrupted: our Spanish
friends, our Asian allies, this space in Asia Minor: that psychotic shoebill,
that ravishing caiman, this woman as both: our effective remorse, our forgiving
natures, this place searching by wholeness: as consensus demands, (the) best we
survive, as pulled for tugged abiding by outward imputations: that fabulous
creature, our scrambled eggs, seated disputing our green onions: as laughs a
soul, sipping coffee, at accidental paradise: therefore, this reckless art, our
American dippers, feeling for writing but losing reality.
…squirrels
are flying, kettles are whistling, and Mary J. is crying: that soul so warm,
those years so deceased, our pasts depicting our remarkable abilities: where
love sings, as sought an aria, to fling a flute knee deep this piano: our
brains disputing, this woman pushing, our limbs as one awakening with tremors:
that inner Elias, those wilderness beadles, this latchet unloosened by love:
this frigid man, this warm oxygen, our seconds to floors gripping shoulder
blades: as sought our adventures, this professional lamb, our rabbis unknitting
dreads—as fig tree trauma, this hex at magic that mystic—if but alive, cutting
invisibilities, this disco magistrate: those water-pots, that miraculous wine,
this feeling as winning blackened magic: this firkin waiting, this soul
debating, our inner parents as governors by zeal.
