…bring
us life, and I’ll love you, so
inclined to perish: at milk black turmoil, at cagey skies, so prone to Tequila:
our walking sorrows, our broken breads, so accustomed to communion: this trial
by error, this wrenching concentration, so lost to inhibitions: for God is
looking, our Holy Ghost is shook, while steaks are broiling: such pitched green
eyes, so dedicated to giving lenience, while our souls sit awaiting
participation: this field of feelings, this sophisticated determination, at
pools staring at balloons: those deep illusions, as proving motives, so cut and
abused this ten year old mistake: our mothers freelancing, our curses at
hiatus, so destroyed and making love: this absolute ruin, this emotional
addict, while it never felt so extraordinary: to adore by vision, to assume
attributes, while Love is painted tawdry: but hell to rationalism, while more
to death-sentences, at orgasmic cliff-hangers: this dead lieutenant, this
relished motif, at Love biting and gnawing and pulling divinity: those wild
islands, this exotic fruit, while Vodka becomes an aphrodisiac: those creative
pains, this misery with wings, while eyes sadden with water: our maniac
criminalities, while tugged by something gentle, to imagine a statuesque queen
seated with her husband: this field of dynamite, this pantomime adventure,
while Love lives by those ventriloquist: this bruised ego, this deep friend,
where Love agonizes close to 4 a.m.: those slithering tears, to reap
vindication, while, nonetheless, actions remain in sameness…. I’ve
landed nearby, those tunnels to majesty, where two become perfected
behaviors: this institution by lies, this instruction by fears, where deaths
seem apropos: such deep appreciation, while stung with insistence, where
granny sensed a disjunct: but Love is roses, and Love is ridiculous, while Love
is unaware of dysfunction: those bold interruptions, those watery rockets,
indeed, Love just collapsed: so near our knees, pleading cadence, where
adventure seems so deadly: this village of romances, this ape in turquoise, our
divisions slightly overlooked: this gap in science, this blood, gilt machine,
so declined to eat a pile of dust: those dusky mornings, this foggy agenda,
while true beauty is tugged in different directions: this self in millennia,
this inward algebra, while so many are vying for contradiction: this crying
vest, those languishing eyes, or this angry voice: so punished and unseen, so
crystal and mixed, while even Love is unsure: at terrible actions, so attuned
to dying, while Love has never devoted life as seen those seconds: those
gorgeous legs, those ravishing faces, as but a gift vacuumed in curses: this
bleeding exosphere, this cyan encyclopedia, while agony chased what sex erased. …so desperate to feel you, so inclined to
ignore you, so at peace with never glancing forward: this fool living
backwards, this man living morality, or so needy for one woman dying to sustain
us: this hard-pressed assassination,
this hard-won annihilation, where honor is guillotined: indeed, so vacuumed, so
empty, our seed at cliffs: this picture in brain-wars, this curse in
island-skies, so captured for deceased and living luxuries: as rebuilt
creatures, our teary, glossary eyes, while patience became a feeling for
weakness: this demanding woman, this imposing poet, while said poet relishes in
fantasies: this country for living orbits, this wafting into souls, while Love
sits, adores prose, and extinguishes internal motion: those dreams I sold,
those feelings I felt, where Love was seeking new adventures: this ravished
illness, this sick lesion, while Love adores a clean slate: further with
passion, as adoring majesty, to sense you and feel meditative: those few women,
those red vines, while chewing and having a fit: as tropes invade, while
paradox shadows, so sentenced to oxymoron: this festive emotion, this festive
mind, where reality slapped hellness into actuality: those few genuine
sequences, this magnetic swan, or so cursed I’ll never venture her eyes: as men
broken, as fathers oblivious, while certain mothers never cross those lines….
