…ever
suspicious, those cursed brains, afflicted for solace: such Getty intellect, so
trifling guts, or specious adversaries: this man made yogurt, this swoosh those
vines, while accustomed to depression: our subject evidence, this source so
cultic, those hours by inevitability….
…this quaint nib, this numb castle, this deviation: at deep sorrow, or
treacherous sluggishness, at membrance a sturdy response: our stranger
encounters, this angel in liquor, this daughter myriad fountains: if but to
muse, at play-heart pianos, while confused or certain concerning liquorish:
those tarsier eyes, that slimy mold, or purple-black pupils: as men gunning,
this misfortune at lights, while mother is far too inverted: those times we
died, this elfin insanity, to remember but thrice relations: our wild dogs,
this fair discomfort, that beautiful dinosaur…. I roam with lizards, our bellies to
pavements, chasing this rabbit: our tiger instincts, this aloof creature, while
art became extensive: those expressionists dancing, or sliding upon shards, our
stages melee and carnage: our frogs at mushrooms, our centers distorted, our
souls parenting trees: that bark for nibbling, that root for dining, at
terrible red infractions: to live, Love, our minds to seasons, our guts filming
majesty: those rosy green ants, this brown travesty, this reluctant missive.
…it
stuck with me, this treacherous experience, to realize some are heinous: such
skin curdling or ghosts swarming, or phantoms kneeing forward: this curse in
souls, at differentiations, or pure enveloped wonder: our children laughing, as
mother gazes at father, while both are at difficulties: this blue horizon, this
red sun, this burgundy wine: to voice silence, while pleading for decency,
where one has erased proper feelings: this bleeding ache, this ape facial, at
poker slamming our brains: those Chevy Royce(s), this bouncing down Crenshaw,
or this plate of neck-bones: those wilderness cries, those wilderness eyes, at
nothing more than needing appreciation: this fib in some, as sociopathic
maniacs, or loose fitting garments: (that marvelous vessel, so many years to
perfection, while cursed to remain neutral: our ‘transmitter nights, this vest
in cameo, or those seconds so close speeding in reverse: for secrets are kept,
while groups speed forward, where precautions are careful: this mandarin rice,
this pineapple chicken, or this trilogy of en-caved memories): as mother would
swear, and curse a charm, those seconds endearing this victim: at cellars
giggling, at steakhouses laughing, or steep in solace feeling abandoned…if but
spinach, and almond greens, or gumbo interactions: those tiny sighs, this
whisper in shadows, this glorious if but it was…our cloudborn manifests, this
rotating alienation, or to ponder something sweet while forced to restrain
consciousness: at black havens, or torturous swords, to thrust guts into
oblivion: this Saul creature, this loyal henchman, while weasels triumphed….
I
saw a woman; I held respect; I offended sensibilities: this fast world, a mate,
a session, and three months later pregnancy: this timeline, as built in
perfection, to expend everything before one finds purpose: this deep fear, to
lose a piece made damaged, while accruing a billion dollar life contract: to
realize this trenchant deficit, to realize our moons are gray, as to realize
closeness makes one flee: so more deception, more quickness, and more ninety
day perfection: (such remora deviousness, to clutch our very guts, where
aftermath proves terrible disgusts: where others are cautious, a condom as a
friend, a new horizon as a game of Life: those bleak dispositions, those
balanced observations, where both are competing to explain: this love by
lights, this gibbon interior, at primate dictations: this emotional piker, such
recruiting knowledge, such panda friendliness: our distressed currents, our
leaping impalas, or days to simmering pondering this person’s beauty: as small
children, enveloped in passion, while pained to adore)!
