We perish and live,
so secluded, approaching public markets: this agora of screams, this delicate map, so confused, so strained, so
tragic: to adore mystery, this psych frustration, this filled Ethicist, this
theological conundrum: so sick, so clam, or so detached it’s difficult to exude
concern: those damaging edges, those damaging extremes, while Love became
perfect: our essays in language, our centered ambition, while undercurrents
speak to probability: our science approach, caught by humanness, choking latent
emotion: to need eternity, or softer rulers, accursed for something said: our
violent selves, our aggressive selves, while Love watched, endured, and died
our graves: such bloated magic, such cursed rumors, while left with nothing but
denial: such gut-work, such internal arcades, such leaping into delusion: as
aflame at moments, so secure at seconds, where bruises, ladies, are a bit
straightforward: if a man dares, this secret of affairs, as opposed to
gloating: what matters, Love, our eyes, our cries, or those twenty minutes:
what matters, Love, those hours, those screams, that anti-marriage: indeed, a
sense of humor, in quite a bad humor, learning to shift as letters churn: our
caves languishing, a stolen cigar, a humorous laugh: paying bills, livid a
child, or silent, typing: those scars, those bars, our rightness through
wrongness: so together, or so ruined, or good at hiding: this
schizo-biochemistry, or this split genotype, at something many years running:
this dragon/snake thing, those tigers watching, so aloof, so upclose, so
standoffish: at terrible feelings, so deeply graved, or sudden upon scribbling:
this table affair, such raspberry tea, at visions so gentle a midnight: if but
this person, or but that person, and then so happy: this curse, our ruined
selves, needing three in-depth sessions upon repeat: to feel like spirits, to
ache with sores, such ointment and pains: at courage, Love, or deaths, Adored
Scar, so intense, so sundry, Adored Scar!
…magazine images, ceiling realities, so cursed, so cured, at ham and
bread: at atypical abandonment, or sliced by insistence, while one screams
dissatisfied needs: this sleeper shark, this giggle, this misanthropy: or so
scared, so alone, while begging some perfect person: we make is easy, for
passion to fall, and then we ask questions: this deep understanding, this deep
revision, as reset and dialed inwardly: hungry work, or absent consent, while
relation is a fulltime, hyper-vigilant, anti-sleep event: it becomes obvious,
and quite painful, Love must adore, even at Death’s Palms: but morbid with
reality, and never a consistent dream, while never one-to-one and forever: our
cursed skies, our numerous needs, our eye-attractions: some type of candy, some
type of lie, while a woman, chocolate city, simply appeared: thither-with, this
kleptic thought, this running river, this fluid insanity: so angry, so gentle,
while witnessing pure laughter: that excited man, to place in condition, if but
to suggest a deficit: but here’s a secret: It
doesn’t matter, for insecurities shall forever fall for flatteries….
…it becomes curious,
to feel elation, as such, that one must put unsaid lady in a predicament: to
hate something loved, to discount and force one to regret, as never fully satisfied
with your face: but some are obtuse, and life is one brilliant joke, while we
submit to our puppeteer: this long length, this deserving of massacres, this
fool with complaints: something set at morning, something so incredible,
something filled with muscles: this land for some, this agony for others, this
confidant for few: while, nonetheless, I ponder, I voyage, I negotiate with
theological tenets: this man so raw, this island so perceptible, this increased
credit line: those future houses, those future cars, or so under-dirt pushing
pebbles: those pond sediments, this clumsy, achy, even confused duck: those
blue/green wings, this repeated pattern, while one has taught women to fly: our
sensei(s) are disgraced, our masters are dislodged, while power has never felt
so great: I build to reinstall, I sing to find a note, I serenade to inflate a
symphony: this spawning sword, this two-edged perception, or something seeming
ridiculous….
…albeit, such
humiliation, as not in deed, but more in listless denial; I sought a shiver, I
redeemed a feeling, while open-marriage might withstand its art: so poetic, so
gentle, so aggressive with beasts: so benighted, as a dark flower, at sun to
moon with compassion: to silence fury, to remove Jesus, to implant Christ: this
solemn respect, this solemn island, while one taught shall challenge: at ruins
rebuilding, at lakes sharing crumbs, while Love is watching, and Love is
stately, where oceans become critical observers: this instance, this anguish,
this great disappointment….
