…so
many shadows, or dreary personas, our silver lightning…this passionate jaguar,
this intimate mystic, this song cheerleading…as men disheartened, or women
disgusted, or both chasing dreams. [I
walk frustration, fuming in purple, aligned with sad flowers: this rubescent
thought, this hyena soul, this coyote blueprint: our bones as witnesses,
inhaling rich aromas, where senses become electrical: this twitching nerve,
this mindful cheetah, our leprechaun leopards…this teal sunrise, those brown
eye-sockets, those mahogany lenses—as men forgiving, while feeling suffocated,
where it becomes this curse: our children musing, while becoming reflections,
to wonder about this best person: our perfect parades, our sweet smelling
biscuits—or tides by nights, our surfers spent by ecstasy, and soaring this
space in God: whereto, mechanics tinker, while building our engines, to come to
life as mufflers roar: this dreamy artist, that uncanny musician, or men by so
many trysts their souls are instantaneous].
I drift afar, staring at lost pictures, agaze’d by granny’s bible: this
sightless sore, this series slanted, this soulful schizophrenic: to hear those
cries, as if they asked, and screaming, If
we knew! {} those tortured pearls, those tortured bowels, this gutted
earth: as excavated, pushing its corpse, our oblivion becoming romanticisms:
whereat, this palace within, this
ghostly mansion, those segmented rooms: our running closet-halls, this furtive
compartment, this list of ancestors. [I
feel currents, I dream by expansion, and I read up on Theosophy: this webbing
un-webbed, this treachery inverted, our brains pulled to resist with
acceptance: those living petals, as dying with elegance, or resurrecting as
each beating heart: this death by reason, to silence reason, while performing
naturally through ethics: this reigning glint, this shift in minds, this tale
as sung while deep at sorrow’s parade: our itchy eyes, our itchy insights, our
insistence where emotions rule our courses].
(…their lives insanity, this atypical type, where souls outwit
existence—as fates chiseled, this control frenzy, this strewing by seeds: a
little in this direction, a little in that direction, and three gifts: to die
while inveigled by joys; or live while feeling sullen; where days knit this
typical uneasiness: our charmed hearts, as once so sweet, where current motion
strews senseless accusations: that rabid soul, that heinous soul, our cries
about equality: those jealous roots, where riches are abundant, while academia was fair that joke: indeed, as
senseless, to hate it for self, while despising it for others: this inlet of
automatons, or this station for pure excitement, to sense this unfriendly
mirror)…. I return to ceilings, this
space dotted in brains, where passion becomes this escape: but rarely for
distance, or more as train-hoppers, feeling for a thirty day run: to meet one passive, this hellish parade, his
hellish deaths—as never a thought, this season of souls, our selective
eyesight. I wrecked sanity, I saw
ghosts, I embraced satori: this
brain-eyed soul, our cryptic encounter, our sphinxly disaster: to lose about
life, while gaining about life, where our petals are wiser than our flowers:
this decoded watch, while inquiring about its parts, to then ask, What is a watch? {} this flight of
sanity, this rare being, this
ambitious fantast—to encourage this mission, to dream this election, to stream
as successors…this fusion of minds, this inner kernel, or life as we ought to live: while, nevertheless, this
eagle’s screams, or harmful scars, while culprits exclaim freedoms: [this
petrified creature, at more those mirrors, feeling this rising guilt: to throat
a pill, or slam a bowl, or guzzle a pint: (that same feeling, this notion of
proprieties, this inner sentence): as souls fly, while drenched in rightness,
to amaze this sea of seven-headed creatures: or that senseless woman, that
melting screen, this belly of kingships: those raging her guts, while reaching
through flesh, as only by touch by sulfuric oceans: this plague in men, this
sore with fire, these lusts forbidden luxuries]!
