…winking
at ambition, tugged by shyness, extinguished, free, or alone a dungeon: remote
surprises, remote feelings, something tugging, something vocal, at heights and
trains and so enthused by something vacant: this colorful opalescence, this
iridescent river, at teal blue black intuition: such a creature, abandoned to
habits, while forcing composure: this college network, this caged background,
this mother, this grievance, this trenchant, heart-wrenching concern: those
yellow symbols, this musical orange, at plums with injustice: so curious to
hear names, so ritualized and flying, so agitated and dying: this roller ride,
this rail fever, at feral, ferocious age-wars: so at granny, this silent,
distinctive, whispering creature: snuggling a Moore’s, rereading a novel, or
pacing her very voice: this curse in children, attempting to garner innocence,
where absolute fire has terrorized her soul: this freelance freedom, this
freelance prison, while metaphysics adrift a casual thought: such purity
gawking, such spirit listening, while thrown for abased thrust by frustration:
this experienced intimidation, so drawn to waters, while fixed to behave in
accordance: or blue shivers, this man and wife, where Love abandoned family:
those red tiles, this purple gown, or violet green horderves: such tuna with
pop, such anguish with despair, of so soft a sell meant for ruins: this leaflet
memoir, this arising novella, or classrooms barricaded in silent, unspoken
complication: this running sky, this frantic cloud, so pushed into something
gentle: our casual smiles, our casual homes, our casual, catastrophic chaos:
this interior essence, so yanked by mystery, at thoughts and books looking to
define persons: our years shunning indifference, our years becoming hebetated,
our realized, impassive, but needy fires: this experienced orator, our
mesmerized audience, at liturgies attempting to locate balance: our small
aches, or sky-avalanches, so wild with actions, so loud with profanity, at this
mental restaurant: those island cities, those freeway transmissions, so geared,
so afloat, at such a day-kitten: such empty enchantment, such aggravated
poison, while thrust by peaches….
…if
sewn in happenstance, a dream to break free, a scar to survive: at red oceans,
flipped by rage, so unraveled by music: those sandy eyes, this frustration, while
realizing this sunlit capsule: our indebted bodies, those familiar clutches,
this brave horizon: so allergic to freedom, so agitated by literature, so
influenced by deep grayness: abused by irritations, so trespassed, at warm
conversations with our masters: needing distance, offended by distance, so
drenched by paradoxes: this man revving, this machine sluggish, or manic
involvement pleading its regards: at tyrannies laughing, at mirrors flippant
and grave, so encharged but changed: something slipping into bleakness, or
something content with servitude, while private hiatuses speak to rising
violence: this probing sentence, this concrete ocean, or this liquid wall: so
at mountainous glaciers, such indicative tablets, while communities only
associate with likeness: as mice with mice, or snakes conjuring heat, or
gorillas with war-calmness: those boxed valleys, this penchant in Zion, or so
far light Africa is fringing: those rabid roads, such false realness, so
fevered by fallacious honesty: our broken fixedness, our oxymoronic
truths, this terrible and converting conflict: again, those eyes, or this
body, or knowing where Love sought survival: as cherished intuition, or grander
insights, while swearing Love is perfect: this fern of yeast, this stove with
ice, at warm refrigerators: to exclaim by madness, to feel so secure, where
adored elements point to something astray: our thought filled nights, our
grumbling fasts, so ridged, so
rigged, so recklessly in harm’s favor: but something was lights, and something
needed rejection, while some have embraced this morphing chase: erased from
darkness, or darkness its maiden, at seas for millennia….
