…so
public, so secluded, such musicality: at dreams, so young, so tender, so
deliberate: at alienation, so intimately aware, so driven, so cursed: those
private thoughts, this rebuked valley, those orchard fruits: magnolia pies,
mahogany envy, at pure indecision: we see vaguely, we deny our beauty, always
so vigil those grassy islands: our green perfection, our novitiate status, so
early as greenhorns: a pack of marigolds, those dreamy eyes, a napkin, a tear,
at someone special: this diamond sin, our diamond passion, so thrown, so
concerned, so revved: those social ranks, while realizing a deficit, at
treasures pleading new beginnings: (to love so delicately, where passion is
opaque, while needing closeness): this push-pull insanity, those cavalier
responses, while searching for pure enlightenment: at coarser visions, begging
forgiveness, a world over there: those straight lines, our crooked margins, so
far aligned edging into rightness: this dream, my Love, this field of cotton,
Love, while ignoring Blackness, Love: as never an utterance, as never a
thought, attempting to please others: this rhythm tug, those jazzy atmospheres,
at something denying your humanity: growing in emotion, feudal at times, or
such a Taurus: those afflatus eyes, those running legs, those curly, insane
locks: so many tickets, so thrown at remorse, but life is not your fault…. …a bit smug, a bit thorough, as feeling
this hate we give: so money high,
such luxurious gems, while losing a piece of insights: but yours is flowing,
this college responsibility, at science feeling compelled: to rethink, to feel something,
while feeling indecision: that loyal enterprise, as demanded of children, while
parents secure secrets: those things we endure, those lies we live, if but for
this optimal idealism: so initiated, at so many concerns, while raised as one
nonchalant: to lose so much, as ideals perish, where character is required: but
yours is peaceful, and yours is easygoing, while others are asunder through
profanity: or times are dark, and life is moving, while old ideals have
vanished: to see a person, to rebuke that person, or so inverted we never
behave as that person….
I
sense you dancing, at tender sentiments, where thoughts interfere: watching
semblance, ignoring mechanisms, as something perfect is quite impossible: but
better those are, while ignoring home-fronts, or so invested we need a certain
outcome: this battle cave, this raving city, while youngsters live so fast:
(I live a secret;
it distresses my soul, while agonizing over this future reality: as pure
giants, at captured concerns, disputing those slingshots).
…days
are running, old habits are hard to summons, and something endearing is dying:
this young pioneer, this swan-ship, at deeper politics: this need for
education, this dread as living, while never another glance, for mother
disapproves: it seems crazy, as never this much power, to infest, inculcate,
and demand like similarities: so removed, so disliked, while carrying genetic
disturbance: as some would laugh, for it seems great, while many refused to
confess to HIV: this nondisclosure, this treacherous felony, where others are
quite careful: (years are gunning, theater is moving, our boxes are
unraveling): so much tape, so much upheaval, while never prepared to face life:
those easygoing alleys, this need for publicity, at celebrity behaviors: such
catastrophes, or born moving slowly, at something proven gentle: those softer
whispers, this land of raindrops, to sudden upon a rainbow kiss….
…DELVE
DEEPER INTO SILENCE, LIVE ACCORDING TO STRUCTURE, WHILE REMOVED ENOUGH TO
TACKLE CHAOS: this bail life, those figures you adore, afraid, but frantic to
love: such catnip reality, revved with little kittens, working and pruning and
selecting a garden: DEMAND EQUALITY, BECOME A WOMAN, LIVE IN ACCORDANCE TO
RICHER INTGRITIES: sorry to yell, but emphases are required, while one is so at
large: this running fugitive, paying his last ticket, while conversing with
sky-windows: our pouring recitals, our raging thoughts, if but to harmonize
with something killing us gravely: our first Love, our last dynamite, while
jaded, forcing others to pay tribute: at fleeting encounters, something gentle
becomes a commodity, and something harsh is something we cleave to: so rigid,
such a vandal, where something becomes indelicate….
…we
ache in tulips, we die in dice, while love means dealing with another person:
where something outweighs pain, and something enjoys company, and something
feels satiated: this anti-tabloid, this interior brochure, or those mental
magazines: this photo album, this collection of records, or books screaming to
define life: while mere presence kills, or mere sex is devastating, for hours
pass sipping insanity: but have a vision, possess a hobby, moreover, complete
yearly projects: have character, possess philosophy, in-addition, read news
clippings: have something to say, as opposed to work-thoughts, and exercise
weekly: for life is ribbons, if but to keep a person, we must adapt to
circumstances: to dazzle and demand, to desire and demonstrate, or better, to
deliver and detonate: those far concerns, this finishing school, those higher
ranks, where women are equals, even a bit dangerous….
