Suits & Cuffs

Such overhaul, but again, this ash trickling: this dream rumbling, our guts to music, our visions to diarrhea: as spurt towards justice, fretting injustice, and laughing through tears: this empty tomb, this dirty cloth, this wheezing nightmare: as cultured ingrates, or lavish praising, accustomed to bad diamonds screaming infinity: those bold cries, this remarkable queen, this infant genius: where mother frazzles, to unravel an acorn, while showing compassion: this feature to feature, this brainwave, those beta sites: as curious mongrels, or rabid mongooses, seated at a meerkat’s dungeon: this watchful hawk, this ravished core-ache, or hearts enveloped in pure majesty: to haunt our countenances, to shift our ‘transmitters, while sociologists warn against selfishness—or more such greed, this plate of oil, this messianic advice—; at keen instincts, fiddling with attractions, or tremors staring at obstacles: this rising sun, this flushed resistance, or, moreover, this parachute strapped to cannons…herewith, those chantress eyes, or earshot(s) nudging, where certain realities speak through faces: this existential, this tremendous whiplash, or those intellectual whetstones: this burning kettle, this winking candle, or losing family afraid to surrender: as gone and running, or running and returning, to become so strong our days are lonely: this need for epistemology, this metaphysic dimension, or tales so great we walk for cover.     …awash’d and lying, or crazed but normal, or slightly imperfect—while Love is agriculture, or paleontology, or assigned to groups where consensus is monument: thitherto, this brain-life, or hydraulic heart-symbols, while agony soars as adjusted: this realist infection, this cut towards essence, or one so demented they make sense of heinous deeds: this feeling but zenith, or this internal obedience, as sages that rarely seek advice—our kindhearted losers, or avarice riches, while appalled that sunshine disagrees: at banks scribbling, at schools trekking tracks, or at thoughts becoming engrossed: this sad midnight, this wrestling pillow, or sudden upon a feeling: our musical routines, at cultural frustration, to wonder why some souls outlast others: this firm impression, this morning’s darkness, or lights so emphatic our stars are crawling….     I met a rug, I uprooted a carpet, I became carpentry: at feelings by is, or is by feelings, a tare attracted to deserts: our tumbleweed, our sea-grass, or this wailing eagle: to die with pleasures, while suffocated by said pleasures, as realizing attraction is reeling: this piano giggling, this violin laughing, while an entire orchestra is dying: this vague insistence, those rubric realities, or resistance so thick it lingers in space: those cosmic tents, this glowing person, to meet eyes attuned to predispositions: this fair trade, this reason for flame, this cage running into sunsets: at summit pressure, or visiting internal(s), where fortune gives if but to remove—our weeping harps, this lyre in Christ, at serious powers feeling unsettled: this peeking frenzy, this paranoid cop, or this Greek Lawyer naked in court: our deeper solace, this treasured lumber, or this thought where Love would invest our totality: at equals and whole, or whole and distressed, while Love would die to fix our ills: this whispering vitamin, or this bold professor, while rubbing a bugger upon his khakis: this steep resistance, this battle with tenure, or trenchant disrespect for hard-work: as undermining colleagues, and distressing internal balance, while feeling good as a nasty insistence: indeed, at exposure, or mirrors laughing, where our world is responsible for our woes: as, therewith, this irresponsibility, where reflection is never at cliffs: this wild belief, as never our palms, while it had to exist!     I opera in sentiments, I symphony with regrets, and listen closely searching for wisdom: this gorgeous soul, this hidden soul, or this slanted knowledge-base—while encouraged to rest, or dearly to see, while fluttering with passions: those cold seasons, those agog insights, at summer feeling solitary: as observing behaviors, while stressing insecurities, to realize that most are coming off the cuff.