…sweeter
whispers, lightning agony, so seduced, so pleasant, so gone: a panda as pet, a
grizzly as bodyguard, at Whitney so sick and psychotic: this interior psych,
those vines maneuvering, at animal instincts: therewith, those deep grounds,
this grave winking, while demons breathe something inevitable: those tarsier
eyes, this reversed insanity, while arguing concerning habits: reading and
rereading, so silent and taciturn, so gauged and afraid: so Italy, so European,
so African: at loosened ends, a vineyard of hogs, or something affecting
interior emotion: ecological heart-wars, at wine stained lips, so skinny, so
thick, while a man needs more: (seating Jesus, a tiger knitting skies, a guinea
pig laughing, or wolverines re-captured and chewing gristle: those playing
pains, this evening’s guillotine, musing a paranoid Blake: thither-into, this
racing machine, those blatant bruises, while so at Love it was fair to lie: so
many scorpions, so many spiders, at softer whispers): those nunnery behaviors,
those chaplain epistles, so apophatic, so apathetic, so deeply enlove—as
re-wounded, at terrible cleats, our bones inverted and ghosts claim fevers: so
lavish, Sanity, such a ruse, Sanity, as seen for seeing those rashes, Sanity:
that deep grin, this itchy flesh, to scrape while bleeding: those marrow-wives,
our prime-movers, those evil, benevolent hunters: our nails with grime, our
faces so filled, while Love adores a maniac…. I rattle lively, this treacherous dragon,
this repenting lieutenant: at cliffs leaping, at pillows drooling, at comforters
nudging: so alive with soul, so at tears with granny, so lost peering through
father’s gaze: rhinoceros gunning, leopards whistling, an arrow to stars:
thereinto, this wintry feeling, so warm its angst, while reviewed as something
passing: those lies, akin to roadrunner, at answering wolves: so acute, this
frantic whisper, this interior gila-monster: if but to roam life, if but one
attraction, while warriors contend to maintain planets. …so electric, so gifted, so Hildegard: so
mystic, so secular, such tailored feelings: to act with fervor, to resist with
fever, as so tugged, so pulled, so far away from gravity: something floating,
something angry, something mirror-to-self: welts and blood, wicked and saintly,
such a wicked saint: our gavels bleeding, this woodpile flaming, this
hang-cliff abuse—if but to die, as looking for crooked, while mother had a good
second….
…an
inner movie, a star actress, incense and cadence: such nectar grapes, a change
coming, such Purple Rain:
at
zillion dollar laughs, so appealing, so curious, so deceased—as bent this way,
or curved that way, while souls lack passion: a mirrored ancestor, a fleeting
poem, while forgotten ten stanzas inward: hyena genetics, bipolar chemistry, at
something too fragile, too sullen: but holding infinity, and dying sweeter,
while a world is at softer whispers: this intractable genus, this familiar
phenotype, while minds communicate interior life: those orca brains, so
underfoot, our souls running into sky-havoc: as cursed and good, or blessed and
fair, in churns and guts winking at travesty: so many bull ants, such possum
behavior, while secluded gnawing at feathers: Australian flesh, or Egyptian
flesh, while something Palestinian has died for such cries: such organ bass,
such violin brass, such porcupine head-storms:
at
Love giggling, at Love dying, at Love living as if living just invented self:
our ruined bowels, this thing in adults, this feature maneuvering: (those dead-zones,
this livid, dynamic, romantic Virginia—at guts to gristle, at marrow to
detriment, while thoughts have harvested forgetfulness: something seeping, to
awaken a surprise, at some hospital speaking to strangersJ):
