I
saw faces, this sky-thunder, this super-fantastic—this father’s ambitions, this
mother’s fantasies, this fair-skinned evening grin: our nights dancing, our
carnivals by Luther, our winter demons screaming rhythm for blues: this inner
Levert, this natural high, this cousin winning: our banks laughing, this steep
insurance, this capital sinister—as casual friends, or mere acquaintances, to
accidental upon a touch: this rolling vehicle, this cloud seven, this smoke
seeping into dreds: this latest book,
this secret diary, this soul’s feelings—to drift upon stars, peering at
turquoise seas, about friction those blue eyes: this Jewish frequency, this
Jewish Priest, this torn for tussling ambivalence: those sweet aromas, this
monster for love, this cannabis about gourmet.
I push realism, laughing at heights, a bit pulled inwardly: this cell-penchant,
this roomy sorrow, this natural insistence: our daughter’s whys, those fuming rivers, this gown for baptism: those ghostly cries,
this picture painted crisis, our oneness as too bold for clearance: those taupe
skies, those taupe brows, this anxiety stressing our morning steaks: our eggs
with onions, our coffee with rum, or this empty room prior to screaming
crickets: that soul we loved, those piccolos we carved, this flute where
resistance couldn’t tolerate laughter: that sudden decision, a spurt upon
gusts, where ghosts simmered in agony.
I’m one to blame, addressing my sharks, tugging my spine: this
mysterious box, this rapture of energies, this swollen rib: this mystic angst,
this war with nothingness, this
charmed and reborn snake: our warm castles, this night-passion, this empty bed:
our intricate movies, this ceiling cinema, those particular motions: at Hozier
for wisdom, at Jesus for power, at Yahweh knitting a piece of Israel: this holy
choir, this inner acrobat, this sky-sin-calligraphy: this woman’s insistence,
to aid this soul, while to carry a segment of my river: this seeming sin, this
push for renown, this curse as delivering its intestines: to feel human, but
tugged sorely, this person peering forward: these analytical gusts, this
internal snow-storm, this man looking while advising: this deep oneness, this
distinctive shyness, or this reason to ask, Did
I do that: this surprised self, this saffron diamond, those smiles if but
that reality: this frozen flame, this summer miracle, this autumn regret: our
satisfaction, our ocean clouds, this telic outwitting purpose: our cursed
shelves, this poodle’s settee, or California remaining hateful.
…we
heard laughter, we sung Satan, we leered at green eyes: this pale machine, this
nutty professor, this side by science: we saw fire, our eyes to liquor, our
triple six stamps: as sudden this water, this mid-room Ghost, this frantic
crowd: our liquid garden, our exits blocked, these feral beasts: at opened
eyes, asleep sweating, tossing for tugging at remembrance: this soaked pillow,
this Christian Africa, this tribal pigmy: such firebrand, such fireworks, such
loud, crucifying silence: this agent watching, this fair attraction, this
engine revved at capacity: to push a valve, to re-leap to faith, to interview
Isaac Hayes: this day for thoughts, as tomorrow whistles, where tonight
whispers…]. I sought for Joshua; this
arm stretched high, this sun afloat at days beyond: this mosaic soil, this
prosaic arc, this kiss to death’s loudness: this doctor’s pain, this pain with
wings, this ability to remain unseen: this ice-flame, this hug from bars, this
niece at eagles: those Isabella Queens, this Swanic Ballet, this pensive
relaxation: to slam a shot, to look as monsters, this fair choking daisy: this
country aesthetic, those simplistic pleasures, as one quite envious: this deal
with consequences, this system as controlled remotely, or dear at disgusts as
never prouder: this steep riddle, this confused culture, our passions at low
chakras: this life we live, this life we give, our women dying at our lead….
