I
haven’t dug us, so at winds with
fancies, so uncalculated—so innocent, so spent, at something algebraic: I swear
life, this ditch with snakes, this curse with blessings: so at you those
nights, so dreamy and alive, so dead to moods: as never a lose, as ever
sharing, such carefree intelligence: at pearly white flesh, or mahogany brown
skin, so afraid of mentioning too much: our sweaty taste-buds, our gorilla
instincts, so relaxed pitted in a lion’s chamber’s: this old casket, walking
and virile, at something too inventive: this bullfight, this ego chaser, while
Love is agitated for more: our kids laughing, our parents dancing, at Lake Hope
Barbeques: as agony flinches, so abrupt to tenderness, so wretched, scarred,
and re-abused: such birth control, but Love is fine, plus, I want a child: “I
missed it, I chanced it, I need us”: this
land inhabited, this wolf gunning, this coyote with shotguns: those barricades,
this slight odor, this new mixture: our first smile, our evening headache, this
incredible, heart-flight, our energized night-core: such death-fairs, our first
conference, our classroom outbursts: such by everything, a man joking, so
enthralled by a singular habit: so pulled with pains, so enlightened by misery,
and such a fool, for Love appears amazingly: our beats, our daughters, at ponds
pitching wishes: this wall for dice, this spin for luck, or this kiss for
devilish: I snatched a hookah, so rewound in time, to glance at pure beautiful
nakedness: our young years, our younger bodies, at such elasticity: this morbid
soul, this mathematical office, at something illegal in many states: this man
running, this country city, so sexy, so deceased, revving in order to challenge
sex: those inner millions, this mental trillion, at hearts but so removed: this
woman, I must confess, I’ve never met our brains: this trenchant thought, about
this trenchant person, while secular at science this jumping chi: at Marvin dancing, this empty
living room, this crowded custom: those waves giggling, this woman appearing,
while so at another’s respects: so billion with tests, so inherited with pains,
where mother sat in silence filled and flooding deserts: those deep hollows,
this hallowed vessel, cursing and speaking in tongues: peddles thrust’d, gas
blasting, music shooting through traffic: this mad, manic mystic, this rabid,
ravished, even redeemed rabbi: such rubble winking, such achy ribs, so reborn,
so devastated, while confetti distinguishes our next affairs: so protected, so
richly angry, so unforgiving! …you
made life hurt, you danced with anguish, you give while taking too much: you
need so diligently, you care at survival, while forcing maniac attractions:
this fool gunning, this dragon flying, so inbred, so inborn, so icy with
deliverance: this life of ruins, this picture afar, so delicate needing
sophistication: this office weather, this false reality, while playing it so
safely: this dawn bleeding, this moon chuckling, this grandparent condoning
thunder: our silence as acceptance, our comments ignored, so captured by merely
a clamp: but Love is watching, and Love is indebted, plus, Love is loyal: our
scarlet scarves, our liquid pebbles, plus, Love refuses to sing: this
heart-wrench, this twisty wing, this dead, but gathered, series of particles:
such reality, to need something dying, where Love adores destruction: this man
shunning, this man begging, this hurt feeling goodness: at another with fear, at another with too much, or so
considerate concerning a behavioral genius: this soul with fire, this old flame
with hatred, or this father condoning such abhorrence: this inner joke, to
imagine, Daughter, like Pinocchio to grandfather: this reaching beak, those
bleak discussions, while sworn to obey: our social ingredients, if but to
agonize those eyes, if but to cause a smidgen of melancholy: this soul
forfeited, this dying feeling incredible, this torture as opposing this gift:
those hands, this false piece of paper, those old feelings: that faux pas, this
deep resistance, or occurred for glory but longing in music: those fading
smiles, those sanctified avenues, this sip pushing into another atmosphere: our
needy aches, this needy river, this lying, formidable, so addictive tongue….
