I
suggest passion, or laughing agony, given three dances: I suggest life,
melancholia, and joy: this moving planet, our mica ritual, our gorilla hearts:
as mere lads, sipping raw liquor, filming an interior death: those stressors,
or candent concerns, as so many contested: heretofore, our guts rumbling, our
stomachs aching, our souls, immaterial forces: such knowledge, banded from
society, discussing weekly gossip: our children watching, where time is sudden,
our wings nailed to pavement: such deadly lights, or common palaver, at purple
passions: our swanic arms, our cagy charms, a bit taken by fancies. (…as so by death, this resurrection, at
thoughts concerning your mind: this tale for games, this board as social, our
interaction as timid: such fragments, such nooses, at this snail’s pace: our
inner turtles, running against bunnies, or floored by inhibition: this rabid
creature, our needs for stiffness, indeed, our needs for angelica: this fragile
monster, this attitudinal machine, while sickness finds it demanding: at God
listening, even something silent, while sudden upon meditative: such cold
exterior, protecting a fretted arc, where reality seems quite indifferent: unnecessary
this, unnecessary that, while unnecessary is quite attractive: this soul with
dungeons, this daughter our age, this feud causing damages: as to ignore
plight, or to demand normality, where some are just watching: incumbent
neglect, and we impeach kings, handing our violence over to women: this man so
big, this man so small, and never to realization….). I’m unshod today, a bit low and
thoughtful, where we wander this atypical energy: those gallant souls, so
charged by existence, as dear extroverts: or this inverted, silent soul, so
captured it hurts, where Love might satiate our mental requirements: our
stirred bellies, our stirred charms, our vocal indifferences: a fortune to
some, a nuisance to others, as likewise, a curse to blessings: this mystical
myth, this loser winning, or our winnings floundered: this attractive
countenance, this mellow maniac, at such glory living as a fire: such
glistening lights, such inner baptism, or such Masonry majesty: as tethered
souls, running for restricted, to need Love if but for growth: this pained
episodic, our stoic emotion, at ascetic envelopes.
…it’s
been some time, longing and listening, infused by contradiction: to try softly,
this age of fast sex, this dance for rarely a night: such random chaos, such
late redemption, such gesture by indecisiveness: or foibles yearning, our days
something there, as right beneath its surface: such mishap wine, such as losing
big, as everything against us is bad: such pigmentation, such deep denial,
while feigning this balanced plateau: our moving brains, our sunlit souls, at
terror with easiness: as conditioned early, this thing concerning normal, while
stressed for abandoned: where few are listening, or required in earnest, this
place worthy of attention….
…those sky-clad
whispers, those trenchant brown souls, as multiplied in quadroons: this
terrible inversion, by something so dear, as would to life a certain
insecurity: those candent drums, those tribal instincts, those haunted coffins: at myriad
valleys, formed in beasts, living for something indistinct: at tales and souls,
or wandering dilemmas, or plain relaxed and at existence: this likely charm,
those unlikely faces, while chased seated in stillness: that penchant for
novels, or chance by interior, to float scribbling a few internal lines: as
mere spirits, or phantom ghosts, hailed by winds: indeed, this carnival
warfare, this tale by innocence, as many are intimate with details: to listen
and nod, to knock a knotted fable, as one kicking air: as imagined mindstates,
to sense something deeper, where we believe in feeling good: those recesses,
this beating lump, our agonies concerning with pictures: but little to life,
while constructing images, where we desire perfection: this contraction, this
failed enterprise, where behavior is assessed based upon its reflection....
