…to
perceive fog, we dwell interior fog, while dying to escape: this light raving,
this heathen pleading, to flit as swarmed by bees: this camel, that eye, as
crawling through: our bowels, Love, our ethnicities, Love, while hybrid
children are ignored: or death to Santa, and death to Phantoms, while infused
by ghosts: this morbid seed, your morbid smiles, while consumed by right vs.
wrong: but hell to reason, and hell emotional blackmail, while siding with
logic: this informed damsel, this unstoppable anger, while fakers beg for
insistence: this sidewalk stalking, those years in college, while old knowledge
is instructed by new knowledge: such wild skies, such catering glory, or
repentance at ten years to age: our dying hearts, our pleads for invisibility,
while hampered by hatred: this stranger at needs, this daughter at loyalties,
where something feels un-ordinary: those small fevers, those fevered horizons,
this inner chapel: to hiss with silence, to pet a petit monster, while others
seem content: those legal escapes, this pampering from family, while old
behaviors have become our new millennia: to shock existence, to hear those
dreams, to rebuke those behaviors: this perfect remorse, this perfect curse, or
that perfect classism: indeed, this perfect lemon, those perfect screams, as
detached that old life and feeling good: to hate memories, to loathe a friend,
to link in total embarrassment: to own a new life, running from inner
techniques, while failing this new enterprise: where men whistle, and men walk,
and men carry this perfected image: to lie with grace, to fall to floors, where
it must be true: that tiny laughter, that mental railway, those incessant
behaviors…. I speak at rivets, I hear
as sensing, or something has palm-prints: our battles with sons, our sons
dying, while, nevertheless, we feel good: in a subtle sense, in a permanent
denial, while Love is acting grayly: our intuition, our kaleidoscopes, our
lying wisdom: for it shouldn’t be true, this wonderful angel, this sinister
angel, this proud and civilized angel: something polychromatic, this wealth of
colors, this present heat: our scratchy necks, our itchy flesh, where it felt
like heaven: so spicy and deadly, to become defensive, where punishment is
alienation: those graves, as feeling intense, where one would acquiesce: (but
yours is understanding, if be it an offense, to close shop and look forward:
this strange language, these strange poems, this strange man): where opaline
essence dwells, and opalescent dreams linger, at iridescent charms: our arms so
short, our prints as deadly, where a gesture uproots portions of sorrow. …it was light to sense us, those lucent
seconds, where families are unaware of thoughts: this catered flower, this
reticent sky, or this talkative art: at refulgent beliefs, while held captive,
as announced to a chosen few: our blue-blood, our resplendent dynasties, at
trenchant disgusts: but life is normal, as normal would attest, while abnormal
creatures should be destroyed: our passionate, perfect castles, those others to
dregs, while volunteer work is for those searching: as found as perfect, as
born as perfect, where God is repenting: at waves stressed, at tiers leaping,
while hung in spirit: this favorite fool, this frantic fleeing, as failing
forced to suffer…. I met Ingrid, I
died mysticism, I disappeared and returned: I met a heathen, I felt at
home, I died a heathen’s allotment: this
confusing drama, as one for the
other, where respect seems unimportant: this motley of madness, this
varicolored nightmare, or this number three trophy: where men perish, as women
die, prepared for that final interview: our lies trump-tight, our language
petrified, where reality is unexpected: those years to purgatory, this intense
death, while never-again to remember: our conscious souls, as ever at life, but
unaware of pass consciousness: those birds mocking, this soul swarming, to
break into particles: (as those eyes reach, deep into concentration, to remove
self from idiotic(s): this mild man, this wild man, this dinosaur man): while
life is hectic, I need to participate, despite those deadly secrets.
