…it
could be intricate; it could be salvaged; if but treacherous wings: this debt
unwavering, this ancient jewel, seated, laughing, and reviving obituaries: this
taste with mud, this dirt with syrup, this scar with poltergeists: those attic
cedarchests, this mirrored armoire, at roofs painting granny: those endless
cigars, accompanied by coffee breath, and abandoned to die: this fuel in
valleys, this anthem for survivors, this country of old souls…. …those capital festoons, this Christ in breads, this Jesus in blood: at dire needs, at threats to
believe, or pondering transubstantiation:
this major reality, this shift in perception, while scientists see
substances: our imperial arcs, our resonance running, or this sudden
flush—where days are Al Green, and nights are Marvin Gaye, and evenings are
Betty Boop: this wafer with cheese, this pickle with pastrami, or seconds
sinless and secure: this faucet unbolted, such sweltering deserts, or feelings
that remain above ground: this tale in souls, this need for closeness, while
one is purely objective: this subjective Disney, this mental Magic Mountain, as
fantasts mingle with ghosts: this phantom gin, this inner rush, this seat near
John: to swivet a tear, this trenchant anxiety, or those opaque relations: as
nothing for one another, but reaching for intimacy—this seems fully demented:
this human enterprise, this phantom giggling, this epiphany fretting its aura:
that sudden whisk, this spec by breeze, to attempt something by memories: that ghetto loquat, this album by Reality, or days reciting Juicy Fruit: our mothers too serious,
our fathers passing with winds, our mornings to naked realities: those elflike
riches, this greenhorn disposition, or hours at loquacious nausea: this world
about nothingness, or leaps for sanity, to realize that
underpinnings are generated by invisibility: our vatic patience, our chic
women, or minutes to debating in pure sweat: this loss for time, this present urge, or energies blending with darkness: this granny by denials, this
rash stemming from heat, or eczema streaming through nerves: this courage to
rev, this identity as hard-pressed, or this winning disposition—while sickness
seems supported, where deaths become our repertoires, as enveloped for ruined
but looking fantastic: this curse for men, this visual dimension, as refused
interior entrances: that needed urge, this morning’s reluctance, this design to
outwit something cringing: this mirror’s sap, this surge, this smaze, this
repudiated romance: as chanced with fevers, this truss so close to collapsing,
or this miracle under-core…!
…telepathic
graphs or mystic visions, accustomed to teleology—this cosmic relation, this
fueled vehicle, or lost at cosmologies: this claim in Christianity, (that
something died but lives), where this something
intervenes on behalf of human souls: our shifts through churns, our helms
surrendered, where truth demands participation: to hear as desecrated, (that
word her mouth), where religious converse has become trite: indeed, this inner
philosopher, this outward theologian, plus, this need to outwit those dark
casted intensions: this war with energies, this feeling as remote, this
interior so entrusted: while hard to core, this debate concerning intimacy,
where it felt good but life departs: our feyic adventures, our deep escapes, to
place heartbeats into science: this selfish curse, as demanding authenticity,
while so close to slipping: this perfect bass, this acrylic face, at pace
looking for something familiar: such reckless abandonment, such reaching charm,
or such lithic impressions: (our souls together, our hearts rhythmic, or minds
detached from inner operations: this cold but “good” feline; this powerful machine; if but to investigate this
need to resist: as electric and flying, or dead but god, at ruth bleeding
sorrows: but life is needed, those eyes with Yahweh, this inscrutable force: at
languages internal, or rabid pianos, or woodsmoked inhibitions: to alienate in
parts, to live in goodness, while
feeling something missing: those fire-fans, that island in Egypt, or breathing
but feeling unborn!)….
