I
auto-pay life, this drumming sensation, to corral golden eyes: this daughter’s
muse, this mother’s catastrophe, this father’s perusing(s): our gutty tenses,
our color wheel, this Ezekiel prophecy—as mere men, as mortal charmers, as
electronic women: this voice streaking, this board screeching, this city as
immortals: our brave converse, this one-way dilemma, this ageless beaut: those
oceans bleeding, this red tide, this otter free-flowing: this casual passion,
this losing miracle, this winning rebel-mist: if but to attract, that second in
chimes, to imagine this life: those subtle angles, that angular kiss, this
inner conclave: our bashful arts, this shabby gown, this gorgeous exaggeration:
those angelic dimensions, those psychotic features, this welkin undertone:
where father grieves, while mother laughs, our years to vicarious adventures:
this Jeremiah, this Zephaniah, this relished heartbeat—where doctors are
oblivious, while treadmills chuckle, while iron pleads one last rep: indeed,
this mystic-biblic, this original person, this extraordinary person, this
anti-pretention. (I awake as death,
dragging this morning’s dew, at showers with vengeance: to wash as lethal, to
scrub as dying, to ask for triple baptisms: this rinsing life, this flogging
light, this trenchant furnace: I admire godly, I trespass trifles, I relinquish
sanity: this whistle at airs, this Trojan resisting wars, this courage to
insist upon distance: our inspiration, our primate instincts, our a.m. meetings
to collect our rubies: this pictured
woman, this evening’s Tower, or those plucked personalities: as deadly fire,
this rigid queenship, this Victorian Africa: indeed, to resist tampering(s),
while enchanted to peek, where most affairs are cooperated: this cooperate
worship, this unsigned contract, this major convention: our waves to souls, our
nights to strawberries, our mornings to toothpaste—as flowing with greed, while
avoiding this limelight, where stages require superior actors). …it becomes too much, this vibrancy, this loss:
to have never possessed, while aware this yearning, to ponder about longevity:
our huts and hats, our cabinets and lights, or our radical possessions: this
linchpin, as confessed dysfunction, or majestic constellations: this field
running, this soul chasing, this music drilling soil: our dancing sediments,
our rabid rabbits, our treasured poverty: this rice cake, this treat for
sinning, this relished repentance: as deep transgression, or sanity gin, at
terrors tomorrow: this moment as leaping, this second as concerned, our actions
as immortal....
