Imagine
our guts, those sworn barricades, those quasi-upheavals: or patient particles,
those outstanding therapists, our extraterrestrial insights: this man as
father, this father as losing, this warmth as dramatical: to endeavor for science, this otiose feeling, this
gutted reservoir: therewith, this incredible sensory, our passionate arts, our
inner museums: those sugarplums, those sugar-apples, or that touch of too much
glucose: that sweet-tooth, those sweaty socks, or that human odor: to rinse in
paradise, to dine by havens, or to pray for one longing sentence: our woodwork,
this hemisphere, or radiance where beauty seems reluctant: this mental opera,
those inverted charms, this traumatic theater: or such brief art, your mother
and I, where relation seamed into nightmares: this caricature, this fine
strategy, while realizing that mother is semi-ingenious: those playful, stern
eyes, that background of suffering, or this tear falling while asking for hope:
such animation, such shrill by behavior, or this left feeling as if nothing has
occurred: to arise and weave, to arise combing mane, or to sit passing into
dreams: that fair curse, this longing frenzy, our fire lotus! I pine softly, eating Asian fruit,
videoing different feelings: those salmonberries, those dragon-skies, or this
sense of loving a stranger: those radical abrasions, this dream in London, or
furious arts at some Academy: this bleeding hue, this remedy cartoon, or this
dear hatred as long as breath is popular: to hold his scars, our father’s
legacy, where it kills to sacrifice dignity: as unlike apes, and more like
humans, where said examples are cultivated: this ethical compass, this slight
and late outcome, or this bloodlily: to arrest our voices, to reboot our
hard-drive, or to tamper with our software: such heartwine, or threshing
dedication, where daughters worry incessantly: this crooked design, this subtle
slavery, or unjust realities: if but to perish, painting blanketflowers, or
dying for arising in marsh terrain.
…upon begonias, this felt insanity, this reason to test your eyes: this
sage’s scream, this swami’s destiny, this yogi’s second to pause: as living
this life, upon alpine asters, while fiddling memories: this failing
enterprise, those winning outreaches, or sheer embarrassment: those dreamy
lenses, this African tulip, this watery upheaval: to die while flying, to
parachute our ghosts, while catapulted into dungeons: those green apples, while
feeling secure, to have abandoned miracles: this sheer imperfection, this solemn
death, while wishing times were better: as men running, where women are
shooting, at desperation to lift a son: if but to reminisce, those seconds
seeming pure, where a daughter was quite aloof: to savior our secrets, as told
to say nothing, while yearning for salvation: those scarlet realities, this
letter as abused, this feeling as impersonal to science: this world of runners,
this chasing Coyote, where sex has become more by sport: unless for love,
unless for marriage, where sheer contradiction enters our living quarters:
indeed, Love, this complex, agitated world, where rules are meant for other
persons: as values filter, as souls become lightfast, or imprints are buffed
away be newcomers…that world of personalities, this shift in moods, or that
precise second: where mother was nursing, and father wanted music, and others
wanted mother…such heart-gin, or pragmatic catastrophes, where one needs a
family while open to myriad liaisons: that acapella Baroque, that chorus
concerto, plus, duet encores: hereto, this undercurrent fugue, and, thitherto,
this slight pleading: as secrets die havens, or havens die intrusions, where it
sickens to search our mirrors: those hellhounds, this garb of treachery, while
skating through life acquiring more infractions: this vital place, where we just can’t stop, or sudden upon
a deathblow…this Greek motif, this opus-conscienceness, or this hyena’s
prelude: while art becomes tragic, or mystics seem alluring, wither, one falls
into delusions: this inner sickness, this cautious vessel, or eyes needing
certain levels of intuition….
