…such
abandoned fire, such palatial flame, as tinkered with silence: this revved
spirit, working through clocks, reminded of scientific religiosity: those
dropping guitars, those reverberating saxophones, while something naïve claims
its inheritance: at burgundy blood, at deep remorse, at shadows speaking in
codification: those grayer arts, those few damsels, while looking deep into
configurations: our radical dreams, our radical women, at magazines sensing
photo-shop: but Love is tender, or Love is sweet, while too much sullies romance:
if but to die, haunted by demons, where inversion becomes normality: our cultic
hearts, this cult of poodles, our sodium violins: if but to live, tugging at
Love, if but too faithful to strum a stranger: this ridiculous curse, this
fueled flame, where two ignore an entire universe: or pleading, therein,
dancing with dragons, at planks debating those fatal leaps: but life is good,
and art is roses, while Love circles an entire city: our broken beliefs,
founded upon information, while so indebted to souls: those few leviathans,
this steady, slithering, incapacitated, fully operational habitat: a world
walking, those internal, deeply prudent, congratulations it speaks: as men
longing, to adore riddles, so close, but afar, listening to Jesus…. …we need human, but total sophistication,
while desiring a fully examined, maniac, atypical, sexual adversary: that great
beast, so rich and titillating, so garbage but royal: those purple diamonds,
this sliced steak, our attentive natures paying homage: at deep indoctrination,
for mother flew coups, while trained as something aggressively docile: that
humble scientist, that foolhearted poet, or radical upon a flying ship—if but
to relax, as cut from rubies, at tip to top alienation: this remote tendency,
those troublesome proclivities, so enthralled Love gives an entire body: as
meant for sport, or transitioning by adulthood, where Love consists of three
gorillas: our tepid energies, where youth is zenith, as needing a deeper type
of relationality: our epiphanies haunting life, our garments sweating blood,
our prayers by arteries: to hold while watched, to give while losing, or to win
while sharing: this intense angst, this panic attacking, while throwing, or
rumbling, or rummaging those glassy windows: where Love appears, speaking
sincerity, while many women are major by adeptness….
…we
love and adore and die and live but shadowed upon weblocks: this fool for
passion, if but holy fire, while ingratiated by darkness: this fairer moon,
those fairer times, while at something excruciating: our wellic wings, so grit
to deaths, those salty, alligator, crocodile waters: this lethal excursion,
this playful, maniacal, even casually persuasive lunatic: at red graves,
sentenced to blue seas, at tender this last escapade: aquatic animals, this
seahorse adventure, those octopus hands: as legitimate winners, while losing
legacies, to assist in another’s longevity: at sight unseen, at past something
tensing, so elegant, so dirty, so furiously regretful: such papaya dreams, if
but to reason, while Love watches, nodding, or curious enough to fretter: those
demon tints, this long hello, those torrid, treacherous, and immediate
restraining orders: if but to exist, or taking refuge, a man, a woman, and both
to several liaisons….
