…sunshine
eyes, daffodil breath, at tulip havens: our sizzling rites, our winter campus,
our souls as metaphorical giants: our mean tempers, our disagreements, our deep
ignorance: as pictured pebbles, or radical sediments, to palm a tadpole: at
shimmering thoughts, or acme feelings, our ‘transmitters aglow: to whimper
softly, to need a different emotion, a bit too angry, and thus, bankrupt: those
nightlong tussles, our warm pillows, to flip it sideways: our mental peepholes,
our dungeon resistance, adrift and afloat our sky-summer: those yogic lines,
this mis-agreement, or to swear by permanent concrete: at abstract humans, at
abstract behavior, at abstract realities: those crumbling corners, our
toothpaste mints, our insoles at sky-peppers: if but to release you, if but to
disavow you, while salty concerning our circumstance: this hellish notion, this
need for father, but relaxed enough to maintain infinity: those privy
conversations, this privy existence, or chaos so thick we offer mayonnaise: at
sandwich meats, gnawing our concerns, and swallowing pure indecision: at
mystique values, at inner-mirrors, at one final dimension…. I play the fool, this ginger with spinach,
those local agitations: or gentle palms, kissing our ears, and felt with
ambitions—those secret faucets, this blank overture, or seismic memoirs: at
bars of fireballs, at scars with psychs, at theories with theologians: this
philosophic, those green islands, as now beige and black: this exposed cosmos,
to outsoar detriments, while welted by unsaid merchants: this effusion of
creativity, those lines be gentle, our circuits, Love, and please feel
potential—this outward gravity, those deep epiphanies, or an early Nietzsche:
as marksmen, or mandolin women, at both mischief and mayhem: at souls bleeding,
to sense something askew, to look at mother tumbling in mid-motion: to grip
guts, to apologize to granny, while granny is felt with total passion: those
fair skins, those saintly sanctuaries, or our dreams so richly abandoned: at
crucible insights, languished in night gowns, a bit too reluctant to pitch a
fit: at marble grays, pitching dice, or conjuring up different inner guidesJ…. …our Wiccan daughters, our inner Warlocks,
our mis-psalmic mystics: our Buddhists daughtersJ, those christic
souls, those cultic eyes: at times with fevers, but aligned in psychs, to
entertain at non-unaware-about(s): this melting ingenuity, those starlit
circles, at daughter’s splendor, plus, ingratiation: this flexible temper,
those bold daydreams, to imagine so much wisdom: our present motif, our
aerodynamic sensations, while something seems missing in grandpa: this dark
heaviness, this blatant unfairness, while forced to conduct a hermit’s affairs:
indeed, this trespass, or more, this transgression, while ancient at pathways:
those cobblestones, this refreshed mind, or those Myomin pills: at Guarana and
Ginkgo, or pure Spirulina, or too many vegetables with fruits: at many
questions, to witness squirming, while filled and fraught by effulgence: those
baptisms, this man screaming in Arabic, our bodies shaking emotionalism: at
minds seeking facts, to call sensation facts, while feel-good this millennia…! …yours be gentle, and yours be sweet,
where reality is precious: those future realities, this futuristic brain, our
terrified needs: our mental phones, our gutty telegraphs, or mere to science
our energized telegrams: at deep kaleidoscopes, or majestic messages, to awaken
close to 5 a.m.: such mystic projection, a thump with resonance, this interior
warfare: to keep with gentility, to acknowledge and move forward, as rarely to
search out a correlation: this deep war-cry, those bipolar 1’s, or this
energized calmness: at plights with mother, or deep projections, asking about
our working utensils: to give a man dirt, while to request brick, where our
desert-storm remains desolate: at crimes for punishment, at setup enterprises,
while munching upon pure sediments: our inrush rapport, our spiritual repartee,
or our mental repertories—to implode suddenly, this mythical event, while
possessing Reality’s Principles…!
