…such
captive essence, such aerodynamics, while digesting sunshine: as running souls,
attempting at something regular, where pigeons cry: those melting joys, our
welting hearts, at fire gates: our moving winds, those whispering winds, while
galloping to winds: such peach eyes, those cultured genetics, such high
cheekbones: if but to conflict, while leaping into dynasties, our Juliet
terrors: by gray moonrise, wishing upon hope, or devastated by fears: our
vacuum thunder, our empty existence, or such by person to engage our souls: at
gripping claws, distorted by needs, where miracles are calibrated…. I wanted marvelous—such instant
forgiveness, and everso selfish: to disregard rain, or to dismiss influence,
our collars carrying little meaning: to need by you, to Jesus by you, while you
are unaware: integrity lost, credibility shattered, embarrassment painting
murals: or yonder those eyes, those magnetic furs, whishing upon gates: our
chemic souls, ever developing, and ever tugging: our resting movements, our
mirrored stories, where life explodes particles: while filling basins, or
bathing in ponds, and so near to tasting survival: those tragic rivers, our
tragic circumstance, those tragic stars: if but through dreams, such passive
tentativeness, such musical portraits.
…our
pensive, whisking thoughts; our tales unsold; our passion unvetted—as men
gunning, as souls churning, while violins are imploding: our dear piano, our
ancient harps, our women tugged by inner movies: this land by fantasy, this
particular film, while needing its barricade: such by secrets, to maneuver
through childhood fiction, while fulfilling dreams: our radiant souls,
containing existence, and prodded by nativity: our aching shoulder blades,
partially at rest, awakening to inventive cries: such marvelous water, our dear
baptism, our New Born exhilaration: to have justice, while ignoring conscience,
our nights longing into winter….
I
disappear at times—traveling landscapes, or mazing through thoughts: to image a
face, to trespass a field, to empower feelings: such silent screams, such
reckless images, such dear enchantment: as filled with intimacies, or filled
with dry hopes, while reasoning through a given season: as souls return, from
whence they came, our memories crying for loses.
I
return at times, peering at fond eyes, walking into wistful memories: as
founded by fiction, but, nonetheless, sentimental, while leering at
complication: those miracle mazes, our gutty language, at torn frustration: to
want with intensity, something vetted through experience, while giving
clearance to sensations: such marvelous feelings, such channeled alligators,
such caiman genetics: those Christ lizards, those wooden corners, or snowy
winds: at rehearsed apologies, at sufficient apologetics, or at mirrors
debating our feelings: those chiseled trestles, our island brains, or those
bouts with self-esteem: insofar, a battle, leaning upon dismay, to reach near
something inventive: our midnight dust, our dusky skies, while nibbling
popcorn.
I
saw porcelain, I saw mahogany, I’ve died a green passion: this life with cages,
informed but resistant, where honesty has its benefits: such liquid metal, such
quilted emotion, while seated upon balloons: to float at random, to breathe-in
helium, to renegotiate soulprints: our salvaged passion, our glaring
complication, invested in something rewarding: that interior caress, those
interior whispers, while re-knitting and rethinking reality: our women to
fuels, our souls to dynasties, our knotted guts to soaring: to remodel emotion,
to rebuild a feeling, to refurbish a nightcall.
