…at
sore destiny, at core repression, at deep depression: his body responding, his
brains laughing, his heart filled with liquor: our granny’s son, our mother’s
stranger, our nanny’s friend: to explode light, as night seams into growths,
where safes are studies: those academic charms, this stealth legacy, or so mean
that fools fall for Love: our faceless dreams, at hours into paradise, or
memorizing but fractions: to die with blue-waves, or to arise seated in
blood-necks, at tyrannies that last deed: such grief for magic, or deep
deception, to realize life is unthreading: those more-pits, this brook of
books, or this tiny monster reading day-casts…our jesting lies, our seasons
speaking tongues, or attraction hampered: as color emerges, and differences
sing, while carved for starving: those galloping cries, this framework of
passions, or unclad morals: if but to ruins, as each for pictures, while alibis
fade into dungeons, where one sees but lying tries: our bracts flowering, our
gardens those senses, or souls vibrating with vengeance: this day to
insistence, this well to arcs, or
this subtle vignette…our portraits bleeding essence,
this ebb flowing into classrooms, where Love showed disrespect: this wilted
horizon, this pasture to pinions, to rue our helm: as curious for survival,
lingering in sacks, or running butt naked in socks: this mad enterprise, this
deep fear, as accustomed to having dreams….
I wade through waters, enlove golden cries, at psychs minding my business:
this one way street, as never a caveat, where others merely needed loneness:
this relic wreath, this frantic email, that colorful response: while secret to
psychoses, or stoic in prisons, to design something seeming telic—this inner
cut, this beautiful mute, or grand diagnostics—those five premises, those five
pages, or this disappointing conclusion: at theses laughing, or feeling a
particular person, while afforded cul-de-sacs: while psychs distress lines, or
become intimate, where said thought arises in error: those trenchant souls, this
pirate mentality, or sure power sporting denims: indeed, to fly, as classified
as distant, or known for rules concerning disposition: that mahogany blouse,
that blue dress, and never a delusional inclination: at powers cringing, at
souls filled by guts, at fifteen minutes feeling eternity: our deep brain
blasts, or women as humans, to infuse silent souls: as melodramatic, or trauma
identified, where one makes comparisons: at something gentle, if but by
seconds, where real life might reveal a monster: our darker courage, our
courtyard lectures, or haywire synaptic moons…to realize leviathan, or those
kleptic heart-pores, while so deep one might conjure through love: as dreamt a
fool, this classic ruling, this treacherous alibi—as rich infatuation, to arise
in detriments, where some need something lethal: those extreme pillars, that
extreme propeller, or this brain-helicopter….at titillating psychs, as both to
charms, as both to marriage: to abscond with fury, this nonsensical ruling,
while so to stars this ring-love: those maze-fires, as deliberate a rose, or
weeping in autumn rain: to cut with life, to thrust harpoons, or to arouse
something human: this dead feeling, as coming into existence, and posted in
Shangri reading, Stranger: indeed, to
giggle, indeed, by wilderness, or alive for feeling while deemed askew: those
pearly eyes, those moody realities, or that song so pitted we must cry! …such discolored beauty, or pure those
seconds, as much to giving deference: another man’s everything, another man’s guts,
or this terrible curse holding its gravity: this flagon of terrible, this
hilarious evening, or this hilarious do-pain mentor: as sensing this disease,
as partly raised, therein, or affected by intimate family secrets: that zenic
fragrance, that zenic brain, and all those years in training: to laugh at
greenhorns, while feeling empathy, as to blush through deliberateness: this
cold empire, this life of elegance, this raunchy instinct: at inner covenants,
and dealing with life, to languish so softly: this dream, my Love, this drug in
emotion, this synaptic Christianity…!
