…while
sipping God’s Poison, or sniffing
God’s Life, this drugless analysis—those mauve daisies, those fair complexes,
as endeared to Crosses: this door answer, those vestibule mazes, this mental
canvas—to scribble shame, to invert through names, this weltic pendulum: our
days to magazines, to slam our dreams, while fretting malaise: thereat, this
talkative scarecrow, those firestone magicians, or these remarkable magi—at guts jetting intestines, or
musicality sunrises, where death was affectionate: that goddess insanity, this
mother as everything, our dire textbooks: to shift existence, those pragmatic
applications, or sitting through metaphysical residue: that forever lightning, those thunder
enterprises, or this longstanding racism: at father but a ghost, at feelings
unsubstantiated, while childhood therapists laughed in private: those milk dead
eighties, that frantic elixir, or droves of pigeons: at some with glee, at
others with embarrassment, or mother longing for saviors: our needs for pain,
this writhing sensational curse, as aloof to anything gentle: but needing
gentility, as waxed his guts, where Love was baskets of bread: as fed a minor,
this plate of fish, this eating until filled: that phlegm forming, those weeds
professing, or at John pleading for favor: our Logos, mixed with Pathos, or
years composing this Ghetto Patmos: our rhythms adored, this fleet of white
Royce’s, our abandon reaching celebrities: at gaslike redemption, to taste one
fair puff, while granny reminisced upon sheer affliction: those gemlike,
glasslike rainbows—where trenchant logistics cry, and mother is enlove, and
stepfather hates her guts: this market of keepsakes, despite, venom, where one
destroys before calling it, mesto
revivals: this public forum, this public havoc, those useless cops: that
eighties mentality, to beat as one selects, while culprits are led to safety…our
screams fretting lights, our bowels fretting justice, where stomachs adore
black moons: those gray doves, this intimate snake, or years at islands amid
our trenchant cities: this trip for liquor, this mother so involved, or solid
dead-hair’d solicitudes: this wealth of passionate pains, this vicissitude of
night-glances, while Love adored where silence was majesty: our months to
dumbness, our aches to numbness, while Love cheerlead’d this labyrinth of
misfortune: such cake with gin, such pie with marijuana, or nights at an
ecstatic storm: those misused brains, this faint return, to lose but house,
Love and child: our fathers at blatant disgusts, our feelings rabid, our guts
laughing from sheer distrusts: as mother peeks at Life, this phantom afar, to
hit guts wrinkled and slithering: to shed frequencies, our intestinal radios, this
alabaster static: where one listens, if but a grunion, if but a mystery…. …while sipping God’s Poison, this mystical atmosphere, this something for about
everything—as livid this destiny, our pelagic roof-beams, or Love lost and
spinning through dimensions—this fool at tyrannies, our souls electrified, if
but this Asiatic womb: to die with Joseph, or to cry with Rueben, while Judah-sun-game
this night-land: if but our core path, this livid mountain, while Joshua
returned for episodes: our worth, Love, as never but diminished, to realize
private phantoms: to die at ingratiation, as never so pure, while clouds deigned
adored by science: those logical maps, this logical depression, our ghettoes
flowing through fires: to outwit self, while witty enough, or torn so
abrasively: that fair rush, this fair curse, at trigger-happy officers—or
infiltrated and schemed upon, where reality was once so gentle, and, therein,
became a treacherous vestibule: our heinous concrete, our delectable abstracts,
or pounds of pure chocolate unbound: this city invasion, those tragic cries, or
palms un-nailed and Christians set free: this slight nudge, this life of
suffering, while it becomes reasonable phantoms: if but to exist, at doors
giggling, at rooms forced into sanctuaries: that long hallway, those terrible
screeches, alongside, this terrible, frightening, as trembling Kingdom…!
