I
feel angered or bothered or something like that: I feel tired and unshaven and
distressed in thoughts: I imagine monkeys, seated in trees, experiencing pure
instincts: or macaques strategizing, putting forth mechanics, while terrifying
an entire community: this trickling animosity, this unshakable element, this
truth splattered upon this mirror: our dear passion, feeling remorse, but
unable to seek forgiveness: this human respect, this human canon, or tears so
exhausted our beds are hard to reach: this terrific guilt, this terrific
fixture, at arms and feeling disgusted: our trials with existence, to sonic
animation, our Heathcliff excitements: those red chains, this sulfuric acid, or
lungs protruding: to swallow nonsense, to forgive disease, while one parades in
dishonesties: this fuel detrimental, this agony carrying ripples, while it
becomes difficult to maintain intimacies: (at love tendencies, to feel
complete, while reality states love is too afar: such term tension, such
interlocks, while one would perish if but those charms: as built in college, or
struggled through adolescence, while prepped for sheer romance: our failed
dialogue, for Love was but a memory, while internal sensories plugged into our
hemispheres: those outstanding synonyms, those psychic acronyms, or this
stigmata eye exam: at theories concerned, at old friends exhausted, at life
thinking deeper: as hours pass, seated at Jack In The Box, while trailing in
this old den: those years to successions, or plain indifference, while some
were deep at love: or loving this vessel, as kissing this leopard, while said
animal was at her disposals: but not for hatred, and not for elation, where we
pledge allegiance to something called, Game:
this trumped up respect, this deep in-value, where behavior becomes this
intricate chessboard: indeed, with sickness, indeed, disvalued, while
sentiments become triggered: that old girlfriend, those old friends, where one
tore away in order to build a life: where romance becomes sensual, and Love has
ears, while intuition is making passion: this thread in adventure, this Pantene
legacy, while Neutrogena becomes preparation: those all night clubs, this space
upon Sunset, or this tryst in Brentwood: so ugly and unfair, so unhappy at
faint distress, or so untied and untidy running into nightmares)…this anger
simmers, while forced to behave, where said behavior is pictured as jokes: to
become as Father, or to coddle as Mother, while one is ripping through traffic:
a victim a week, or treacherous science, while anything can become inverted:
those millennium eye-sculptures, or this descent projectile, at a particular
woman imagining pure honesty: but what carries truth, this world proving
indifference, where selfish behavior seems appealing: at rites and crooked, at
rituals and glowing, while sick, psychotic, and damn near ruthless. I feel misdirected; I imagine HIV; more
so, I picture one apologizing: this life of freedoms, this tale of escapades,
where Love did as selected: this committed relation, this committed paper, those
sketches forming in membranes: our dot to dot mazes, this wonderful creature,
with never an inclination to confess herpes: indeed, a taboo, or more a condom,
while love needed a child: this intricate element, this series of episodes,
this child that must love mommy: in worlds so cold, as men vanish, to grow this
interior hatred: those charming voices, this waving laughter, to become and
disappear: so hell to men, as hell to women, while too many complain about
disease: our frantic hearts, beating in rhythm, while Love is two steps from an
asylum: those ripples bleeding, this casualty at arms, while many have
experienced a particular truth: this gut-war, this phone-extension, or internal
and weeping binoculars: (as one deceives, to evince a lie, where friends vouch
for anything suggested: our lying eyes, our ravished intuition, while one is
distressing gentility: if but for premise, if but false induction, while
behavior becomes a deductive enterprise: at filthy memories, that particular
entrance, while Love was deep in spirit: as becoming misfits or tyrants or
something disrupting social normality)!
