…at
petals wishing, such light clouds, besprinkled with grays: our tiger skies, our
informed essence, bewildered by communion: those liquid palms, those heavy
bales, such allegiance by slow breaths: our crazed souls, abrupt an empire,
tussling with Tennessee: our European babies, their Africa friends, without
notice of complexion: so terse, tense, and disobedient: so rough, under-wealth,
and compliant: our alien poverty, so soft a whisper, spooning rice to Buddha:
to climb alleys, to rebuke fences, at tender explosions: theology fire, burned
bridges, or infamous, downright heinous profanity: our secular insecurities,
our confident countenances, while despised for abhorred longing for justice: at
plates of ambivalence, at stages with mimicry, enlove with something disputing
our worth: this feeling of rage, this tetras shower, at daughters so adverse to
gutters: that solemn gift, those acrimonious tapes, while desperate to discount
genetics: at thin seeds, split into fortunes, while mother glances filled with
bitter skies: our lakes with pudding, our anthem with disbelief, but not a soul
confesses inadequacies….
…immortal
droplets, or raindrop mortality, at something seemingly insufficient: this
Stanton Enterprise, our daily messages, while many forfeit such legacy: those
clarinets, this obedient refusal, while needing firebrand: as young
entrepreneurs, or older cement layers, our terrors spoiled by rationality: such
symbolism, those bras speaking resistance, those skirts screaming femininity:
but ours is reversed, or introverted, or so extroverted silence is wailing:
such softer whispers, such tyranny and remorse, at iridescent abstracts….
I
see twinkles, in a fallen horizon, so opposed to reality: this delicate
daughter, those delicate seeds, or such rough understanding: this wealth
seeking wealth, Our Honor needing mediums, while woven in-between crevices: so
threshed, so unlikely, so troubled: thereinto, our richer webs, this daughter’s
perception, this father’s sin: at kinetic chaos, or a thump by tables, at
caffeine, gutters, and miracles: those rubescent signposts, those tender
relaxers, at lament so deep with details—this reaming angst, those loud and
ruckus and taciturn milieus—seated with eczema, our ruffled nerves, debating
concepts verses actualities: so thin with patience, so enlove with quickness,
while three months in we meet each other: but yours is fate, and yours drifts
inwardly, while yours is indwelling: those million gestures, that arithmetic
insanity, at murals and paintings and canvases.
…so
insync, or so radical and absent, our lights, our brains, but reality isn’t
home: our silken worms, eating at roots, albeit, our forerunner looks
fantastic: this person speaking, our bodies aching, while subtle energy
permeates our eyes: so filled with passion, so alive with intention, to thrust,
pull, bite and dominate: this lie flourishing, our act so engraved, while
something is seeping into majesty: such changing selves, if but this influence,
to adore, love and obey: those hives, sullen, those hives, sad, but such hives
have located destiny to ensure—at brains laughing, at tender embarrassments,
while knelling closer to a sandcastle: those boxes redeemed, this trillionaire
person, at something outstanding: our old reflection, creeping with
confliction, but resilience perfects what it withstands: thitherto, those cold
feelings, while Luther writhes, our dungeons becoming human: that interior
voice, our brains’ realities, while lost for damaged but returning with glee:
our steel toe perceptions, our iron concepts, so inflexible and reduced to
fatality actions: this man, Love, this shimmer, Love, our resistance coming
into inversion, Love….
