…prophecy becomes familiarity, this keen
observer, this detailed creator: our churning arcs, this riverbed heart, those
fantastic Mystics: those inner balloons, this kettle in paints, or crocheted
miracles: or polished nail-beds, or treacherous Cinderella’s, or souls to
brains rolling dice: that entering scream, those portrait eyes, or faces
exploding out of faces: this small infant, those running legs, or those soiled
diapers: while gunning as chipmunks, our winter acorns, or subtle a picnic with
Jesus: our casual days, or laboring nights, to achieve enough energy to
persevere: this animal’s love, those Labrador tears, while bone to marrow our
goodbyes: if but to chances, this romantic sorrow, at Yahweh splaying
melancholia: where thoughts are troublesome, while elation becomes difficult,
where a sad countenance pleases myriads—that humble giant, this living lizard,
this traipsing through dynasties: at deserts laughing, seated in living
quarters, and pondering a little season: this misfit, as becoming fitted, where
selfishness appears as normal: (this telic daughter, these heavy eyes, this
want to renew a stranger: as mother died, her son dies, while emotional
blackmail reigns as unfair: those caricatures, those mental tabloids, or this
pantomime Christian streaming for nigh to ruins: this small estate, this rich
feeling, or days to curses rattled concerning Reality: that petite girl, those
petite eyes, or this emotion in mother: to lose for freedom, or captured in
chains, attempting to multitask: this strange color-line, those promising
tomorrows, as Christians always praising tomorrow: this complaisant nuance,
this burning heart, this fading communication: to die living goodness, or reign
living wickedness, while a toddler becomes prophetic: this fatidic youth, those
wretched passions, to cut with scissors looking at Jesus): moreover, this inner
paradox, those long wings, this cured meat—or dreams about Courage, this
fair-skinned Winner, or those loses feeling goodness: those claims to essence,
this rewound clock, those tyrannies feeling but righteous: (our Mystics
nodding, as shaking concerns, to realize those dark spaces—where mother was
good, and father would visit, if but this trying reality: as cursed with venom,
our Scorpions laughing, our Cancers seriously suffering: this man with souls, as
to borrow one for aches, while trampling our very essence): this marigold
speaking, this begonia listening, this daughter void of realities: as bent
towards familiarity, this comfort in stability, or this comfort in realized
buttons: this lonesome soul, this courageous essence, this lovely Africa.
Dear
Jesus:
it’s quite radical, this waiting frenzy, this bleeding horizon: our invisible
claims, this deep tautology, our Christian rebirths: this broken fence, this
broken mirror, or this madman running through gutters: this ghetto travesty,
our ghetto women, or thrashed for cursed walking through prisons: this young
vandal, this inner villain, or vanished for ruined smoking this cigar: our
fantasies as gremlins, this woman as never-his-guts: this Glendale trip, this
Burbank haven, or years to commutes through islands: this sherm leaf, this
pound of chronic, or days at ecstasies: our floating winds, our mental glens,
or fens to marsh praying upon mayflies: those Buddhists crypts, those Tibetan
insanities, while Asian women look quite depressed: (this daughter growing,
this Jesus as lost but found, while true Mystics repudiate literature: or
capitalize, this meditative frenzy, those bold intruders, this curse as founded
in human divinities: our blazing core-guts, our brazen heart-guts, or slams to
heroine laughing at Jesus: this middle-ground, this slight tug, either human or
satanic: where mother was alleviated, while Pac was initiated, to slam a face
and scream for love-souls: this cut in bone, this slice in marrow, or this
psychopathic inclination: as dealt a hard blow, while attempting to apologize,
insomuch, this man learning of mortality: our immortal guts, this snatched
brew, this lively intention): to slam Jesus, to break his ribs, to ingest his
guts.
