I surprise whispers, I listen too closely,
I abandon game: to feel a trillion, this remote island, this green pasture: if
but to live, this esoteric mystic, and those casual pricking(s): to raise
awareness, to kiss peaches, to entertain lemur eyes: (this relaxed passivity,
or airborne retaliation): our inner coups, this dance for futures, or billions
for capture: those power figures, at least to brains, hiding bipolar
inclinations: as grandiose pigeons, or sorrowful falcons, while destroyed
trekking atmosphere: this wicked progress, as untrue witnesses, this bearing of
false vigils: such veneer, or pregnant chalkboards, or trickling philosophies:
to hear through oneness, to assail
through greatness, as, nevertheless, feeling rich insecurities. I surprise game, I laugh at indecencies, I
surprise pain: this interrogation, this sad reality, while too much fur has
grown: our mathematics, looking for ruined, at Love with sheer panic—as dying
for literature, or petting metaphysics, while pondering something epistemic: or
sentenced to illness, while praying for encounters, or pleading for wisdom:
this present chill, this steep hatred, this bone too imploded for clarity: as
diamonds in mud, or buried in dung, our mothers with shovels and buckets of
aqua: our eyes in dungeons, our bodies flung, and majesty to souls feeling
important: that fabulous game, that terrific shame, while pursuing normality—or
ravished for concerned, slamming ecstasy, and pouting at a psych: this
abnormality, a total stranger, through repetition: this callous dream-case,
this dripping by venom, or tragic for riddles point to realities: this shy
phantom, this mental apparition, or this ghostly aura: our deep regrets, this
pitching music, and those mystic urns—as chewing bone, or cocoa particles, at
rituals like Jesus: this black moon, feigning pearly white, while fools get
burnt: this green soul, this taupe brain, this basin gut. I inhale game, a cigar and gin, plus, a
bit too steady: as Love laughs, I chuckle, we sense something esoteric: this
daily grunt, this second’s intrigue, at thoughts with pure dedication: that
rising furnace, this purple woman, our bold distrusts: to reject myth, while
flooding reality, our waves catching up!
I surprise pain, at rapid intersections, as thrust by impasses: this
golden cow, this pork with rice, this sip of orange juice—our metal goodbyes,
our mellow good-mornings, our inner memoires—as Monet spent, or years to memories,
while mild a beat those drums. I dye
game, I die life, I float a million personalities: this big brain, this losing
battle, this curse a seat in her office: those days to too much, those cells to
irreversibilities, these bars chasing our city life: as destroyed and ruined,
or reborn and flying, while reality dictates a taste of sorrow—those steep
cuts, this abrasive thought-pattern, or theater in brains: this stage for fools,
those rules for fools, this psych for fools—as searching for inconsistencies,
to appraise rage, while destined to uproot humilities: this churn as liquids,
this somber sober malaise, while pondering, Cardi B. I surprise self, I dine with rules, and
felt unstoppable—this daymare casualty, this inner grim-reaper, or this hooded
monster plural our mirrors: as apes in battle, or gorillas as friendly, while
mother became purple girlish: this fern speaking, this tumbleweed thrashing, or
deserts becoming intimate: as soon as Sunday, as sudden as stardust, or forever
successful—as children watch, to mimic papa, as soon as sorrow—this echo
laughing, this trumpet in wigs, or thoughtless a gut filled with thoughts—those
tragic winnings, this tragic Princess, those tragic realities: to cut with
life, to disappear, this unchanged destiny: this tux in bowels, this veto to
Glenn, this remarkable prose: as grandiose lyrics, or chiseled cellos, where
pianos giggle through rains: this pyramid affair, this dark reality, this black
sunshine: if but to panic, staring at mother, this reborn Jewish maniac—to flip
with vices, to screaming in violence, while seated a session that didn’t move:
indeed, to game, laughing for rich, where game disguised its beauty: this ugly
reality, this ugly person, this gorgeous ugliness: to float with leaves, to
converse a worm, while eating alligator.
