I
shrug with impatience, semi-devastated, while reamed for exaggeration: so more
to clarity, or slight nuance, while charged for accuracy: this daughter
machine, this mother miracle, so close and so desired: our pillaged cries, our
crows hovering, our griffins laughing: at meerkat curiosity, at ferret
interruptions, while glancing at bottles: this bag of trash, this re-sharpened
pencil, this added eraser: those pages whispering, this diary to flames, or
those remote bits of silence: this mixture, this slice of bread, this pail of
margarine: if but too sick, than worry is tolerated, or concern is necessary:
if but this feeling, as never our perception, where thoughts must be real:
despite, our motives, despite, our silence, despite, our eager hatred: this
wolf craving, this tiger at wolves, this natural selection: our daily fears, our
daily traffic, our daily invites: such derriere, such well endowments, or this
picture perfected face: those long songs, this mane for jealousies, our choir
flirtations: if but to ruins, at love this poetess, where Love has lost
passion: those frigid remarks, this frigid curse, our frigid warmth: such
colorful pain, such bane and light, to realize Ms. Agony is blessed: that
chiseled reality, those bashful gazelles, our garnished calamity: this laundry
center, those washing feelings, our skin bleached seeking acceptance: this
fulcrum spinning, if but those cries, if but acceptance: to perish insults, to
try harder, to become a particular slave: (I fret midnights; I feral ambition;
I realize existence comes with miracles: this hard enterprise, those otiose emotions,
while daughters are piecing insanities: either fiction or reality, either hell
or heaven, our clichés omitting this in-between reality: those infant turtles,
scurrying across sands, at peril and sacrifice: or that frantic monkey, chased
vehemently, by a group of chimpanzees: limbs torn, at brutal cannibalism, while
mothers frantic screeching hysterias: this selection sky-war, our deserts
inverted, our deserts as luggage: (those beaut(s), that saintly gaze, our
intimate hurdles: this sharp nib, our noisy chatter, our abused necks: at
deaths with stubs, at Love with hostilities, at truth a bit aggravated: our
streams to dynasties, our laughs with motives, to sense one as having visions:
where souls are concerned, to spacial inheritance, while vultures pursue a
given course): our fragrant eyes, our studded deceits, at women incapable of
discerning difference: to possess a hunch, this raving maniac, but unable to
vet a particular insecurity: as waiting anxiously, while ensouling compassion,
where inclination has ignored a tsunami: our blanket eyes, our quilted cries,
our seas turned inside-out): to siphon poison, to nibble scorpions, to converse
with vipers: this reality push, this deep acceptance, while seeking something
with familiarity: our unraveled keels, our steepness symbols, our minds
awakened by impatience. …if we desire
pain, than pain shall arise—and we desire joy: our first triumph, our pillar
boards, our destined vibration: such reaper toils, so discussed fretting, to
find comfort a bedroom event: at parallels, this quasi-perfection, while afraid
we might error: this noose so tight, those freedoms so lovely, while we
hesitate to rush home: our secure mirage, our hyper-sensation, our wintry
blackdamp: or passion so early, where love is spectacular, while winds seem
musical: our cymbals clanging, our flutes dynamic, our harps too sweet for
sound: this incumbent regret, this incumbent respect, while we desire daily
therapy: to mold humans, to perfect humans, while Love has learned a good
person: at rebuke and instrument, at violin and guitar, while feeling unsung:
this behavior in some, this daily chief, as redeeming our passions: if but this
resilience, to maintain our Corporation, chiseling through soot and chalk:
forsooth, this inner soothsayer, this inner giant: at pure responsibility,
while it seemed so natural, as angered, This
is natural: at deep needs, to be something different, to exist as something
destined: those casual eyes, this casual song, while some are so inclined to redeem
adventure: such charming breath, such charming odors, to grow accustomed….
