…surreal
nightmares, or schizophrenic boarder-lines, or bipolar genius: our terrible
comforts, at current fires, while fleshed by ruins: those distorted images,
this spawn by daybreak, as tears puddle into werewolves: our romantic Americas,
this Roman ache, this Greek’s venom—as put to unrest, or unraveled dearly, at
edges stitching our brutalities: this gnawing sensation, this pulling for
dying, our scalps as torn: our ironic succession, this Latin damsel, this
Ferrari terror—while men feral existence, to belie torments, our
jaguar-bite-forces….
I
gut fire, this canine instinct, this ferocious enterprise: our dark Rihanna,
our place with cultures, our cervical regions: this polite selfishness, this
mighty stealth, this flamboyant running away: over shoulders bleeding, at
capagen(s) laughing, at torments bending airwaves: this panicky passion, this
throat as destroyed, this friction as becoming momentum: our casual deaths, our
blinking deaths, our bull-crap radars: to confess affections, to perish
attraction, while solidifying this ransom: our cuts with rice, our rice with
liver, this telephone with Tabasco: if bit to gristle, or ravished during
escapades, pulling and yanking and thrusting into insanity: this valve with
radiance, this selective analyses, this world as built latter come age: this
sad and depressed monkey, this bipolar lemur, this radicalized daughter: as men
suffering, this instance called, Sex, this refrigerator hating, nay, abhorring
our guts: to spin delicacies, this Amazon basin, this mental embryo: at Tao
with heart-concerns, at terrors sniffing insanities, or broken for wholeness
playing pretend: our soul’s fer-de-lance (snake), our phantasmagorias, our
Belizean paradises.
…our
voltaic love, this shredded existence, this pantomime exchange: as reading sign
language, as if this investment, to feel such remorse: indeed, by concerns,
this un-rooted garden, this mother too at wars to claim her daughter’s victory:
this judgmental psych, this anxious category, as searching through imperatives:
this wyvern destiny, this endless study, to come to grips screaming at
psychiatry: this fencing vessel, this manipulative vessel, this academy geared
towards destruction: to sense his face, to depict his face, while Lord knows—we
depreciate his face: those rigid glares, that sheer dismissal, as laughing this
lot of fools: our nebs ruling, our fathers as disasters, our mothers ruling:
this shoebill gravity, this repenting shoebill, this cultic exaggeration: our
woes with knowhow, our concerns with authority, or more this raving
countenance: as netlike passions, if but to touch God, while repenting this
woman’s guts….
I
wore huaraches; I swore incessantly; I mated with erotic women: this frozen
season, this political dynamite, this tale told to insist upon simplicity: this
Coco Chanel, those Armani jeans, those Versace ties: as men running, this
scented Tom Ford, this air by Gabbana: if but to perish, our gutted frenzies,
our Prada scriptures: if but to die, if but to live, if but this suicidal Kate
Spade: our years to depression, our closets claiming our futures, our mothers
clawing gravel: our trespassing Americas, this genus called, Pain, this
genotype called, Survival: as phenotype lusts, our minds running, this reality
removing reality: our storms dying, our storms living, our fathers feeling
ill-equipped: (as souls fridge life, as souls die life, as souls rebuild life)!
