We rummage and sail,
so grafted, so attached, behaving with distance: this field of cheetahs, this
valley of lemurs, our casual disobedience: reborn with passion, sensing a
better existence, so determined to live: our dependent moods, greeting our
insecurities, or acting with sheer abandon: seeking our souls, those colorful
portraits, so encouraged, so lively, struck by angelic roots: if but to exist,
by remarkable pleasures, so accused of hedonism: thereinto, our condition, our
outstanding, solely relevant, internal condition: at terrible beauty, or
angular deceits, so close, so lonely, such resentment: our predicaments, so
self-examined, while preparing for madness: but yours is patience,
understanding, complete and raw science: such honesty slavery, while reaping
esteem, so pushed, so abandoned, so captured: our orange waves, our green
horizons, therewith, such massive heart drops: this wilderness trek, this
wilderness trail, so inclined to behave out of character.
…so familiar with
love, so threatened by dying, at something so private: our best friends, our
old lovers, while feeling solitary: senses rebooted, tiny fire furious, at
flame and water removed from mirrors: so angelic, so hurt, so captured by wage
wars: so torn and fenced, so free and flying, our years at contradiction: those
subtle distinctions, this feeling by rejection, or embraced and pulling while
disappointed: our fabulous, unseen, reexamined hearts: this pillaged soul,
those jotted notes, this repeated existence: too safe for some, too volatile
for others, or just insync with something vulnerable: our morning meats, our
bagels with jelly, our scrabbled green onion and eggs: to sense remorse, to cry
for mercy, to sit looking statuesque: those internal pictures, this interior
uneasiness, while faced with mortality: as never a tear, but more like a river,
so curious, so undressed, by such resistance….
…such silent
blueness, such mauve highlights, so picturesque, so educationally violent: so
creative at moments, so attuned to melancholy, received and receiving: our
pulled senses, our trampolines, our desirous apparatus: to suggest a feeling,
to give way, to relax in frantic dialogues: so re-pictured, so church guilty,
so removed from our imaginations: so cured with knowledge, so fraught by new
possibilities, while sworn to examine propositions: so tedious flame, so
thought-filled agony, so tempted to go left: those musical channels, this musical
city, our musical yearnings: at noisy wells, willing our insistence, at something too clever to adhere by: this
need for pain’s honesty, this want for literary existence, at something subtle
but jealousy: so awakened with presence, so attuned to reality, so encharge,
with such a need to reappear: so deep in mire, so muddy but clean, where
showers seem disappointing: this web of fashions, those new suits, while
anguish seemed polite….
…so between feelings,
so carefree and repented, so reserved and captured: such intimate inhibition,
at impasse and shivers, at fire and remorse—so delighted to sing, so reluctant
to compose, while one-to-one correlations seem daunting: at such a need, while
to imagine reality, our minds are growing rapidly: those city sights, this
inner musicality, this need for existence: our days have evolved, our ancient
ways are quaint, plus, existence is quite unforgiving, with such a stigma: this
mental war, this mental observance, while forced to fly: according to rules,
unless outlawed, while we need a terrific passion…those ageless curiosities,
this ageless friend, this complete acceptance: such by excitement, if but
receptive, while so driven to write prose: this fury through decades, this
enhanced dialogue, such acute self-knowledge:
allusions but hermetic, feelings but longing, expression so parted in its
delivery: our sadder songs, our delighted essence, where we find our niche and
begin to exist….
We make our home; We
modify our silence; so awakened by cravings, so aloof to pursuing, or
abandoning our restraints: our group laws, this interior mechanism, our
parent’s voices: so re-captured, so aesthetically inclined, while desires
appear plurality: those gifted, civilized, and mosaic creatures: those interior
monsters, such rash resistance, running a tragic risk: as needed for freedoms,
but insulted for freedoms, or such drastic, deteriorating reputations: our
crazed society, desiring something exhilarating, while forcing chastity, and
disappointed with such conundrum.
