…catch
by fire, an allergic feeling, those cryptic sayings: this Thomas Guide, this fever haven, this Chi Tea: to imagine granny, at Our Lord’s bosom, to imagine a fist
full of jealousies: our eyes, grandpa, our dreams, mother, our years repenting
something dreary: this soul-empire, this district kindness, our politics
dismissing minorities: at Love craving, at tears by smiles, or running through
models: this inner Glamour, that
pouty face, to respect this essence seeping into abysses: our agonies to win,
our chasing through fires, at tests looking into mirrored eyes: those specter
lenses, those hazel streaks, those hypnotic glasses: at fools for passion, this
exotic/erotica creature—laughing with flair, dying with courage, filled with
intimacies: those threads bleeding, this deadly airwave, those beta-diamonds—this
jewelry catastrophe, this mining by caves, those terrible black gems: our Mecca Terrors, our filthy notions, to
hate by love something similar to father: this bid in prison, for father jetted
his plane, while ours was cremation—at dead-zones, or intimate cul-de-sacs,
where vicissitudes became normality: our revving engines, those revving cries,
to know for serious abandonments: our twins gunning, at nine their first case,
by twelve headed to trial: at Love cringing, to hear that name, to become
sentimental with mania: our scars are solemn, our dreams are treacherous, our
bodies are revving: if but to relax, while but to perish, if life regenerates
losers: abused and ruined, but Love would cherish, while maniacs sense a
kindred soul: that thin spectrum, those cultic rains, those relics emotion
would capture: this fair run, that tremendous differential, while angst
tortured our castle….
…what
about us, those enigmatic parentheses, our charms becoming intrusive: this
tugging fire, our Postscript, our
wisdom dating back to our ancestors: at granny’s son, at mother’s daughter, or
flared into frenzies: those Latin manuscripts, those German prose, if but to
outwit a latent spirit: our home-bugs, those intricate spiders, or at eyes
eating sensations: at dear surprises, to imagine odors, while love keeps to
sanity: our ruthless admiration, our self-sided interests, our wildest
calamities: our soot with tears, our souls rolling, our veins tiptoeing
projects: at capricious instincts, while balanced with Elizabeth, our rivers
eclectic by silence: those moves flaming, our discomfited vacuums, or at Love
while afraid to lose Theologica—this
Aquinas nightmare, this dreary soul, at summa-cries:
our religious enterprise, those hard to work thinkers, at piles of
literature: to sense with Love, this winnowing philosophy, our meta-prose—at terror’s gate, at
remorse’s fence, while too young to fix disaster: this mean man, this travesty
giggling, our brains insync around three a.m.: to meet in screams, to love in
tragedies, while Simone grew wings: those frightened poets, wrestling with
esoteria, while forced to roam empires: this jazzy gut, those blaring lyrics,
our souls gravitating: if but to live, or but to die, our mass provoked unto
battle: embedded in us, threaded in us, or crocheted in granny: this fabulous
monster, this curious schizophrenic, this relaxed but dangerous overseer: at
stepfather’s insanity, at mother’s relaxed nature, or blind to what happens in
bedrooms: to prod and push and cleaver if but to exist, if but to bank a
thousand millennia: at terrible phenomenon, so young and distorted, at serious
problems concerning our first source: if but astonished, peering at trauma,
such sophisticated cries: this angel with lies, this omen with truths, as
beeping into oblivion: where Love was diamonds, those savory scents, at salty
flesh: our steaks with sour-cream, our bacon with cinnamon, or mountains so
high Love arrived: our first thesis, our laughing frustration, our
loud/crackling voices: to discern a feeling, to investigate coldly, where Love
popped for adrift—this furniture war, this inner armoire, our secrets becoming
our spouses' intimacies: we close with memories, we sense something lurking, we
move through murky shadows….
