…at
terrible breaths, at intimate resonance, at cadence bent towards destruction:
this mental compartment, this flushed redness, this avatar heart: our army
souls, this flippant disease, our gravel as tasting sweet: this surf to
captures, this desert bleeding, this soil fraught by human sediments: where
autumn dies, at summery valleys, this woman too cold to exist: our broken
ferns, this cactus intellect, such as frost this furnace by rivers: our lotus
tomorrows, as reaching infinity, while tugged for rapture’d screaming at
billboards. I fiddle nails, this
metaphoric existence, this ache to sanity ruptured with acmes: that fragment
wishing, this action as suitable, our illusions gripping segments by reality:
that invincible woman, our unstoppable dramas, this mid-shift breakdown: as
laughs a vandal, if but to love self, our genetics piercing as plunging ribs:
that inner oracle, grieving with Zacharias, this lieutenant owl-dream—this man
running, as reaching omegas, while forced for demonized peering at rosary
daughters: this trickling blood, this thirsting potion, this airborne
axis—where Love was present, fumbling as considered, where perfect sex is but
an adventure: this permanent disease, this life as laughing, our Easter
Resurrection: as men bleeding, or women constructing, or apes seated at tables:
this room to sacrifice, this caiman agenda, this winded grasshopper—as selected
for kingship, or waxing with resilience, afforded one trestle by disdain. (I address swans, at terrors this
rehearsal, at key-tombs breaking with silence): this lot of offices, this room
to tales, this package deciphering through options: that naked man, that
babbling woman, this offense to perfect souls: as cries a flame, our eyes to
psychs, our brains to genocides: this reckless comet, this inner Neptune, this
captive Venus: hither-with, this blanket skit, this skittish kitten, this rabid
puppy: our spirits whisking, this heart to thumps, our voices smothered as
islands afar: those middle-seas, this oasis-ocean, this psychological
evaluation: as sipping crazily, or amazed by reactions, to film appraisals
while ruining ambitions: this inherited cricket, this morning’s cadence, this
breath as captured by one curse: that offcolored comment, this loss forever, as
good this exchange of fleetingness: this damp eclipse, this epoch nightmare,
our histories forbidden and silent: as grottoes demented, this inner lake, this
praise afforded to weaknesses. I sought
our fount, this cryptic swan, this other’s industry: our heart-pianos, our
firebrand guitars, our blasé resistance: that woman at lands, this man to
clouds, this berry to gin: as loving life, while committed to hospitals, where
friends churn to escape [the]
plebian: such by gray iron, this endless barrel, this breeding barracuda: our
days as flayed, our steaks as bloody, our bake-potato as steaming with
cranberries: this man to sands, this casket to applauses, our psychs offended
by responses: but hell to perfection, or suffering by silence, or kissing for
puckering while stranded at gates: our pastel daughters, our see-through
exospheres, our pear-pearls: as tea-plum-greens, or Persian roses, gnawing upon
raspberry topaz: this turquoise scream, this vision as fruitless, this perfect
person running from closets: our mother’s wit, our father’s dedication, our professors
by years our graves as reciting—those fervent truths, this mythic magic, those
sapphire maroons—those cagey eyes, this delicate shade, our pictures as
bleeding our crooked confessions: this inner taupe, this blackmail haven, this
knowing while seeing exits: our sunflower daffodils, our apricot aqua(s), this
ivory jasmine: where daughters ascend, at permanent stations, our loins heavy
with sacrifice: this father [one tear], this mother [his handkerchief], our
dreams splattered upon raw earth: this cursed resurrection, this man to pliers,
this skipping as falling to partnerships: our brooding grandparents, our jungle
lemonade, this magenta whiplash: as genetics with limbs, or guts with feathers,
our captures spewing gas-flames: to run forever, as escaping nothing, at
flavescent miracles.
