…wide
asleep, or sound insanity, so pictured, so captured, so engrained—such courage,
speaking malaise, so tragic, so dysfunctional, pretending normalities: silent
disdain, through ecstatic smiles, plus, this need to vomit: such shocked
nerves, those silhouettes grieving, our shadows entertaining: as never this
rain, so chained to disorder, reknit, a new partner, plus, old habits: so
unreasonable, protected by irrationality, while insisting Jenny is normal:
those odd temperaments, this tent wilderness, this glass of beer: so indebted,
at wisdom laws, while chaos restores faith: at silent grimaces, or valiant
grudges, so awkward, or ghastly, or plain crazy: so vacuumed, such remorse, at
someone new: this rich politeness, this exterior camouflage, roaming this city
of greenhorns: at fire and flame, so fair but declining, replaying this movie
of admirers: but life was normal, collecting memories, making love, and
experimenting: such salient attraction, such heaving strangers, while thoughts
were insync: so oversaturated, so familiar, at climatic forests: so softly
sung, released from Tao, at large from mirrors….
I
redial clumsiness—so encharge of nothingness,
abandoned to principles: those dependent battles, clanging swords, where
justice becomes a casualty: this need for newness, by insufferable gates, where
some discolor others: that reaching thrill, this initiation, while many are
livid: to appear dismayed, in utter disarray, as one realizes dementias: such
activity bodies, thrown for thrust and seeping into passion—those meadow moons,
but never a sound, while screaming such deaths: interior sutures, interior
trauma, where newness displaces ruins.
…so
terribly scarred, while father condones pain, where something needs redemption:
this religious life, our religious dams, where humans behave as beavers: by
several twigs, this chasing mirror, barricaded at four angles: hopping for
sight, running without avail, while shunned by interior: those operations,
those impatient lovers, while seeking newness: such insane reality, so encharge
of despair, while horizons are
hiding: those crowded beds, this crowded loneness, at fire and music and
treacherous whiplash: while others die, enlove with self-sabotage, some are running with their scars: this life of
disorder, this ability to blame, while mother is proud of this miracle: those
shimmering rubies, such manicured insistencies, while never at wrongness: ever
those people, ever this story, seated with newness while seeking newness….
…to
remember such sweetness, so enveloped by games, so charged by something
fantastical: our gregarious bodies, our needs for redemption, living so Grecian
free: so near to dying, abandoned to flesh, so burned, so churned, so
discarded: this absolute zoo-war, this incredible, uncouth feast, while
disposed to claim absolute purity: this tale we need, this woman with bars, our
ability to remove metal: as longing souls, every person as a parent, such
mutual satisfaction: one needing to
rescue, while another needs a rescuer, this exchange of counseling: our
souls for replete monsters, our minds itching, so ruined, so enlove, chasing
newness: this raging dysfunction, this parental approval, where we ignore
anything reflective: that reflexive body, such deep wounds, where magic appears
as justice: paying for rituals, laughing at miracles, ablaze’d for cursed
feeling holy: this justice with allocation, our shared reservoirs, our
fountains seasoned with dysfunction: our gripes and jibs, anon so driven, where
too much time was spent repenting: plus, disclosure, this fool’s paradise,
where one should ruin those soon to leave: such teleology, designed to destroy,
at war with rationality: this man omitting, this woman omitting, so chaste and
lovely, so virile and protective, while both are knitting scales….
