I gush
by silence (such outlandish violence), sensing discord (or running about
vineyards), a bit abrasive about life: at fragile agility (those frequent
questions), those fragile monsters (agape
with silence)—our ingenious (aero-phobic) leviathans: as men broken, at such by
fair creatures, while reality speaks to misconceptions: our bowels screaming,
our demons lurking, our shadows inverted into vocals: thither, it moves, or,
hither, it goes, while Love is mystic temperament: (this allergic feline,
allergic to resistance, allergic to realities: such anal retentiveness, or days
eluding capture, to have become mother’s remedy: those fragrant roses, this
portrait made of shrubberies, or those jasmine incense: while feeling
discomfort, or aborted with time, to ingratiate abandonment for Beloved: such gentle music, this flight by
horizons, or this fair pale-grayness: as granny muses, our fathers perish,
where it felt good to ignore blatant fences: thitherto, rich shallow advice,
such urgency towards beauty, or pleading forgiveness for broaching madness:
such carefree havoc, to wander about this mind, where evilness comes so gracefully):
our interior crimes, our winter’s briefcase, amazed that such fruit grime
functions through insanity: at radiant instincts, or radiant commonsense, so
addicted to locating victims.
I
watched and exhaled; Our stages raged with life; Our glory abandoned its
doorposts: this misread diary, those summer memoirs, while begging for clear
thoughts: our angry passion, those abandoned ribbons, while vying for temporary
excitement: (at intricate delights, so casual an intricate liaison, where
parties realize destiny: this utter failing, this miracle child, while
misdirecting innocent horizons: our maniac men, our menacing men, for life
misinformed miracles: where mystics gather, pushing equations, while speaking
geometry: such a losing battle, but rich in treacheries, while most are so
delicate about simplicity: our rites upon normality, as possessing certain
cues, while ourselves feeling exempt: for knowledge crucifies, becoming
categories, where subtle clues lead to insanities: our fidgety natures, while
picking our noses, or yawning at unawares: this inner flute, this sweat
machine, those silent but revving detectors: where Love is angry, for truths
are leaking, where psychs dig forward): our brains laughing, our bodies stiff,
our eyelashes making noises: while doorbells sound critiques, as ceilings get
closer, or sudden upon a dry patch of skin.
…something’s
peculiar, or something’s askew, or such to anomaly: this agile appearance,
those clean cut exhibitions, or this psych siding with his complexion: while
rubbing his face, or scratching his chin, or plain disorganized: such fast
speech, such raking indecision, while no one was listening: such loud inadequacy,
such want to side with feelings, or such remorseful emotion: our audience
watching, our bibles flipping, our scientists screaming for him to come to
closure: such was violence, or such was imagination, while afraid for so much
wrong had been committed: our mothers trying harder, our fathers alert to
certain behaviors, while color must remain protected: this perfect catastrophe,
this perfect lie, while it feels good to stick to bash Negroes: at mounts for
trails, alert to cougars, while burning our last cigar: such music in silence,
such reality by nature, or senses raging towards us: our facial tweaks, our
moving features, or that surge forward that tacit ghost: at such respects, for
some have measured, where a gifted eye senses its arrival: those rinsing hands,
or popping by knuckles, where psychs are aware of every instinct: those
dangerous allies, this dangerous life, while love is acting a bit too giddy:
indeed, with secrets, indeed, with lies, or so honest our intestines are
screaming concerns: those streams of riverbeds, this estuary of aggravation, or
plain hostility—to fly so gently…!
