…a.m.
crises and heart-skies and thrusts by spears: to draw adorable, to flower and
deflower, to hold for dynamite: this liquor frenzy, those fabulous beaut(s),
our brains claiming ownership: that fraught surprise, this long life, our
grandparents loyal unto death: (it was jail roses, or hell roses, so dying with
living): at Marvin laughing, at mother sentimental, at daughters reminiscent of
spacecrafts: our morning agony, our mourning rituals, as so lost without
sorrow: at casual sins, a bit attracted to royalties, at love gazing at
alignments: accentuated waists, healthy thighs, or faces spent celestial
endeavor: our magic hearts, our mystic celebration, at tyrannies spun with
admiration: this fractured love, those tools for love, or that feeling to enter
love: our feudal pride, our coffee cakes, at endearing snores: to nudge Love,
at fantastic skies, our clouds hanging from marigolds: such sleepy eyes, such
minty breath, such delicate concern to details: to need something outstanding, this
selling of souls, while garnished by personality: those wellic cries, that
singing neckline, or instruments so loud our eardrums: this foolish
participant, about crazy for Love, about hung for Love…. …open but radical, closed but dying,
appearing in salient magazines: this fretted woman, those fretted eyes, or this
need for something at motion: those glorious bars, this glorious scar, our new
Angela Bassett—as aging with grace, a bit tormented, our days coming with
patience: our ambrosia skies, our inner frustration, this something awakened:
our cadged appeals, our caprice actions, our family whistles: if but such
beauty, as but so innocent, to realize our mileage: or married mid twenties, to
give for best, as opposed to fretting away life: those marvelous rockets, our cherished
galaxy, this bent for something we couldn’t possess: our terrific highs, at
pure irrationality, where it felt passion to partake….
…we’re
so human, avoiding discomfort, needing to hear something precious: out
receptive sweetness, our luxurious skies, or pitted for gouged running through
oases: those precise messages, if but our ears, to divorce anything becoming
mirrors: at churns with perfection, while seated in mud-cinemas, where pictures
seem alarming: but hell to those, in favor of these, or so mature it begins to
bleed: this famous participant, this respected friend, this wonderful passion:
our screams muffled, our screams recited, our screams as symphonies: this
welkin goddess, this human main-course, this opaque and transparent mystery:
our knowhow souls, our knowhow dreams, our rebooted pacifications: as churning
vessels, or misspelled affections, or behavior screaming personal
dissatisfaction: those fair feelings, those obvious disclosures, while unbarred
and remote to emotion: at casual pains, at casual flames, to gain while losing:
this purple moon, this gray sun, at stars tiptoeing planets….
…welted
skin and skies, our winds pleading life, forever at something encouraged: such
raging arcs, trespassing existence, to need something cultivated: at inverted
gates, at strong, frail emotion, while, nonetheless, acting with gusto: our
indoor fevers, our outdoor pride, or this belief concerning disclosure: at
terrible concerns, while spoiled internally, this self filled with happy
images: to gaze upon something glowing, to wander those eyes, while feeling
inadequate: that high countenance, that unearned sophistication, while to
believe, Others must endure my
temperaments: indeed, such fretted beauty, such remorse to see self, at
concerns this black purple: at sunrise a secret thought, to feel it was, as
reality screamed at solace: this intuitive giant, this radical decline, to
actualize pure disdain: at foreign, unreciprocated, longing feelings—this chief
instinct, or at Love those cries infuriated by passion: our souls surviving,
our feelings changing, while suffocated by precedents….
