We lose senses, so
romanticized, about something intolerable: we effect others, such delicate
creatures, to gaze upon and feel disenchanted: this friction nature, this
kitchen of sceneries, those rustic, ritualized, and robust habits: such drops
towards deaths, such risings into heavens, our women, our children, those
intimate dungeons: to laugh with sins, encouraged towards sainthood, so many
years as intimate strangers: to need exaggeration, to cleave to honesties,
while we become multiple characters.
I met science, so misperceived, where past hassles cloud assessment: to
need something goodness, while
needing something raunchy, if but this angel our intimate, unrelenting, even
determined loyalties: as chaste monsters, if but this soul, while realized as
requesting impossibilities: our dispositions, our trifle reigns, so closed in,
so open, or such contradiction: this ruler by seduction, at something judging
life, where Love mistook a gentle sentence: becoming hostile, even alert, where
intentionality was never investigated: as sensitive, educated, artsy creatures:
so struck by passion, so free to dance, while hung for thrown, dangling by
intellectual nooses: but Love was humble, by countenance energies, so strong,
so weak, so inclined to argue submissively: so temperamental, so deeply both,
this religious/anti-religious sparrow: I met a mongoose, carrying father,
adorned by mother, and longing our grandparents deaths: so chiseled with time,
so systematic, aging accordingly: a few drugs, but nothing major, while
sentenced to an addict’s disposition: this professional knowhow, this
razzmatazz, those pints, this sentence—at casual disdain, highly opinionated,
while reserved, just enough, as not to arouse a railing offensive: such intake,
such normality, but actions are premeditated and rules are cemented in
amygdalas: while a nuisance to many, a prize to some, if but heartless, medieval,
determined longevity. I stray at
minds, sensing something remarkable, carrying a fist full of animosities: while
beneath stature, analyzing stature, so greeted by regular disposition: as
nothing added, but all seemed subtracted, while I never cried, Interests: this old dungeon, this new
reflection, attempting to escape this caregiver: so purposed with thoughts, so
alive with indifference, assuming passion comes deliberately: this false claim,
this something dancing, where a person is yanked internally: such traffic
lights, this red dynasty, this green happenstance: at yellow intermission, sung
for thoughts, alive and gunning: such silence this vest, such innocence
rekindled, where art seemed inappropriate: such cadence, so far advanced, such
a creature or monopoly: those sensitive energies, this sensitive theses, while
she adored perfection: this arête creature, this intimate journal, so casual,
so inclined, while passion came in sequences: a few years to play, a few years
to career life, a few years into marriage: a child singing, a mother giggling,
so intrigued by culture.
We divest fiction, or
cleave ever, thereto, while involved in long sung indifferences: this
overstimulation, this underestimation, while Love would linger afar: our
sight-range, our wrangle-range, this perimeter loyalty: for deep closeness
insists, where one fights insanity, while body-memory tugs against logical
assessments: our years so delicate, our lives so plural, our political stature
so postmodern: at practical concerns, somewhat spiritual machines, built for
cultic indoctrination: our blessed insights, our everlasting hostilities,
while, plainly put, it is difficult to maintain full attention: as needing destination,
our ten year plan, while overlooking old liaisons: this brain-war, this
chess-piece, this overture claiming friendship: those difficult ideals, this
bending willow, where two are vying over training wheels.
…such anti-morals,
semi-jealousies, and quasi-friendships: so at grace, those delicate ways, this
fever rushing, this inrush of happiness: to have that feeling, where envy is
challenging, while most are susceptible to language: it was never there, but
insulation planted thoughts, while now lovers are at arms: those mental
weapons, this dragon insistence, at tigers and snakes and monkeys: such cryptic
investment, such casual bongs, where offense took its measure: our forgiving
hearts, or never for deaths, this and that as always protected: those penetrating
rockets, this socket of apparitions, while inclined to share embarrassments:
our bloated suspicion, our earth shattering connection, while minds dictate
sky-pressure: so affected by years, so effected in seconds, where one is
affectionate through impulses: our Hosier memoirs, our deep concerns, while
rereading certain poets: as men gunning, or women Reloading, so steep in this vast expanse: those cheetah instincts,
this meerkat affection, while petting our ferrets….
