I
feel speedy, as contemplation, this psych, this wisdom, this curse: those
professors, this mother, this absentee father: at lakes, a pile of puddles, our
grasshoppers: so at cadence, such rich fire, alert, temper-mental, or
disastrous a light-bulb: our daughters, this filthy exotic, those wretched
wrenches: at tugs and glares, at stares and ritual, so mystic, so distorted, so
dejected: those railing tracks, this pebble or iron, while skipping tales:
those bold, demonic, incapable eyes: so attuned, so unnatural, such psychotic
features: our guts at war, this flippant rose, this mawkish begonia—so
enchanted, with sheer death, to imagine such helpless pride: (to dance with
honesty, this flame in soul, while seasoned to push a woman too far: those
crypts, those Snickers, this landcare: such landrace, such landscape, so
erased, so chased, at mystic reveries: those days aloof, those watchful days,
this bleeding sentence: so drenched, so rapt, such epiphany with failure
gripes: to ask in lettuce, this livid anniversary, so blamed, so loved, so at
mother’s memories: this chiseled warrior, this obese dynasty, so cursed, so
revved, and freebasing lights: this grout mission, this cultic priest, at nuns
so blue this psych: our brains fleeing, our bodies disobeying, or such a good
bra, or such loveable panties: our torn territories, our distinguished
encyclopedias, so slain for rushed, so flailed for successful: our interior
actors, this private resilience, or peace threshed, indicted, and snug for
ruins: this camp-fest, this mental pail, so cloaked, so clocked, this earthy
pendulum: our thick ass women, our petite ass women, while a fool is a man
three demons sensitive: such spittle, so disastrous charms, so indebted,
feeling capable: those tidbits, this atmospheric telephone, so plastic, so
rapturous, looking at something forbidden: this deep sin, this harmonic
session, while cured enough to survive).
I
exhaust hazard, I flung a needle, I rewound a clock: such tension, as never a
misthought, so gray, too clever, a man demonized into a coma: this sick ass
menace, those trenchant, demanding, top tier daughters: those interior badges,
this interior song, at something tear-like: our tomato bagels, our creamy teas,
while feeling so disconnected: as mis-fed, looking at mirrors, so struck for
empowerment: our bed-work, our soul-skies, so desperate to adore you: this
failing enterprise, those failing persons, those gifts, those liaisons: if but
a dream, as dismissed with crime, our aches, our juries, our families: this
color thing, this insignificant reality, while both ache for serenity: those
subtle bombs, this crafty dialogue, where Love failed: this bat and ruby, this
elbow chess, if but to perish staring into galaxies: our wobbling hearts, our
furious pledges, while turned for torn and terrified: those gleaming tentacles,
those spotlight outfits, so in-charged, so susceptible, or too damn clever to
reboot affliction: our damp miseries, our smog and just minds, so luminous, so
engaged, and such a threat to longevity: this slanted mechanic, this engine
gone astray, or this friction fluid with force.
I
felt a snag—so ignored, longing for freedom: this track screaming, those
children roaring, our brains upon repeats: as zombie investigators, swearing
something is fortunate, while reluctant to examine experience: this membrane
science, this spark with sparkles, this fool dying: this woman, so off tracks,
so intense, so imbedded: as mere cries, so edgy our raffle, as thrummed,
demonized, and hated: those sick souls, that sicker lover, while Love adored a
dragonfly: our ruby red sheets, our emotion-novella, our centipede elixir: as
cursed and vibrant, or sentenced and damned, while arched into a pretzel: our
unicorn island, our sensual sensations, where we communicate at seconds: this
interior gaze, this fistful burst, at windowsills plaguing our reality: so
steep in mind, so relaxed with tremors, or so evolved and overestimated.
