…so
panther forced, this remorse in souls, so at pash, so addicted this inner
image: so cursed for justice, so alive but crooked, at trapped doors, or longer
vestibules, those mental hallways: to walk, therein, to drift in kingdoms,
almost so much: this ancient irony, but a glance to panic, but a diamond to
fly: mongoose eyes, fearful guts, so nauseated, so involved: (what was love,
this agitating core, this feeling longing for Love: so grown, so tortured, so
in need of guidance: to adore violence, to courage this bridge, such quarts,
such rubies, afraid Love has become a monster: looking for freedom, asking for
remedies, where life seems inconsequential: so many cobras, so much pain, so
gilt’d, at such core frustration): so adored, Love, knowing for alchemy,
rereading our first arguments, Love:
to
journey wilderness, this interior scorpion, so anchored, so devastated, while
wombs speak Italian: tendencies, so electric,
this frightened soul filled with distrust: at melancholy, at purer guts,
where passion became unbearable agony: this threatened trapeze, those
prehistoric Features, so damaged, so
ruined, and begging for injustice: this caiman seed, this interior alligator,
at core nonsense: this feeling, this removed air, such comfort and indelible
anguish: this falderal but love, this taste in stereo, or ocean phones: our
cosmic delights, thrust into madness, this car swerving:
our
days as losers, ten times faster than cheetahs, as becoming winners, with
Passion so close: this fleeing ladder, this porch with memories, or this
ecstatic patio: so reborn, so in touch, while Love crossed his path: those
delicate insights, those delicate features, while aura seemed so aggressive: so
many hoppers, such silky grass, our palms filled with earth: those patches in
intellect, this English catastrophe, while I really can’t claim perfection:
this man running, this remedy his arms, this curse so undependable: those few
shrews, this gunning valley, where Love appeared speaking psychiatry: as a man
running, or a feeling shunning, so remote, so dead, finding indecencies: this
ravished soul, this gutted warrior, at Saul a bit indifferent: our Samuel
messages, this hacking priest, while Jana becomes something ancient:
at
pure frustration, to have such a womb, while losing Eternity: such Defenders, such deep, soul-felt
monsters, so kind, so gentle, at softer tomorrows: this estuary, this face,
while a man volunteers to enter his desert: such raving rants, such
unconditioned mothers, while we admire our mentors: those fatal chills, this
even need, where Love first panicked prior to violations: at redder roses, at
beiger daisies, or nibbling an apricot innuendo: those tiers with agony, this
dropping with intensity, while all year around our guts are uneasy:
for
Love is action, this languishing voice, as soft leather, or luxury stars: this
shiver when present, this kiss so secretive, this music those deeper heights:
so climatic, at razor cures, while Love died so intoxicated: this field in men,
this island in women, while both cross oceans to relax: such blue dirt, such
oily water, at birth searching for this reality: our heaving ribs, our guzzling
lungs, at cloves negotiating all night:
this
lady if us, so dedicated to remaining
high, so tippy and talking curses: those beautiful zebras, this zebra’s brain,
our zebra guts: as four-headed leviathans, or ten-headed tigers, so aloof, or
so enchanted, riding an eight-brained lemur: as casual friends, leaping so
often, accursed for such unruly ecstasy: those rolling cigars, this flickering
fluency, as feral as wild crocodiles: those chipmunks, those dozen faces, or
this twenty-headed wood frog: so enlove, so sick, and destined to anguish: our
aye-aye nights, our sloth after sex, or so agitated it becomes its challenge:
at
blue blood rivers, so intimate with nonchalance, while something is eating
intestines: our curious souls, our first propositions, before introduced to
this doggy anxious world: where ghosts are emotions, and phantoms are feelings,
while something repeats a line in a neighboring song: such agouti instincts,
while trekking dunes, at Sunset intoxication!
