…we
deliver ponds, becoming rooks, gazing at queens: this red creature, this dying
creature, this rare intervention: our accordion churches, our ankle high
dresses, our indiscreet hearts: this playful banter, this reckless carnival,
this game of billiards: to undress causality, to picture something practical,
while raving over metaphysics: this deconstruction, this reading with purpose,
if but to ruin this philosophic dissertation: our reality dreams, our reality
screams, to insist our eyes are open: this lab of rats, this centimeter deep
incision, or radical butterflies—as lives insanity, peering at chiseled arms, a
bit tragic this second for mourning: this space at cramps, this raving
instructor, or our moments alone seeking vengeance…. I perished our daughter, this cynical
madman, this academic skeptic: our telic catastrophes, our daughters becoming
warriors, if resilient enough to plummet forward: this ridiculous curse, where
one attacks father, while assaulting their seeds: this damaged garden, this
rotten loquat, this strawberry worm: our brains at mirrors, at love for
freedoms, at others to feel special: this terrible cut, this terrific rudder,
this place as mourning embarrassments.
I lace time, this foot of abrasions, this heavy throttle: our blanket
picnics, this vertical forest, our trees 50 meters high: as Maserati maniacs,
leasing this treasure, staring at starling shows: this intricate shadow, this
web of darkness, our pickings winning strategies: or off by scales, this altar
of hells, our throats slammed against vocals: while defying gravity, this leap
into forgiveness, to know this heart as vicious: our tragic fireworks, our
linguistic firebrand, this fare fight fleeing forever: as mandarin guinea
souls, while our senses fail us, where hearts have cherished our common
ancestor: (at primitive Africa, or Common Day Ethiopia, our hearts upon this
Egyptian Dynamite: this winter at lusts, this summer at stupidity, this autumn
at redemption: this tender canopy, our animals dreaming, to capture a picture
of sleeping Labradors)…those rosy imprints, this savvy soul-impression, or
more, this frontal lobe voiceprint.
Dawn Seeps into Sunsets
…it
took lives to ponder, this immortal swan, this lake of cold involvements: this
addict jewel, this blue haven sacrifice, this manta ray: our flippant concerns,
our households vying for forgiveness, or this argument without clinical
resolve: this person feigning, this person honest, this fleet of tetras blogs:
our natural wonders, this swan swimming, this mother asking for reasons: to
sense subtleties, as bats feel features, to cuss with venom this web of
mirrors: our shorn reflection, this taboo swarming lights, this firefly
preparing her thesis: our mechanical alibis, our deaths as tear-prints, our
hunches becoming blue whales: if but this liquor, if but this excuse, if but
this planet as demented but understanding: this war upon minds, this clever gestalt,
this mystic at umbrellas: our casual goodbyes, our years at sheer
disappointment, or this surreal feeling that times get better: this luxurious
mystic, this spawning yogi, this philosophic psychologist: at jaguar brains, at
coyote determination, at cages seeking entrance: this trancelike fire, this
diluted water, or more, this flogging particular thoughts: while alone with
seasons, but moved with seasons, to look around without a soul to emit anger:
our piccolo guts, our crocodile appetites, or this state of affairs argued in
steep philosophies: as embryo contestants, or trespassing schizophrenics, where
pain seemed so sweat our second adventure: this werewolf passion, this vampire
delicacy, or better, this bearlike approach: those gorgeous scientists, this
intelligent countenance, this hint as mystic those horizons: as bit to bone,
lavish our encounter, to realize that hatred breeds for ownership….
