…re-journey our love,
so sentenced to time, so complete, another sentence: intellectual bastilles,
prison-barred-thoughts, so cold, so battled, so caged: whatever we need,
whatever we die for, so willing to find, provide, so culminated: so re-cultured,
so soft-sensitive, such ruthless and passive mid-wars: at calmer cities, at
haven hearts, our psychical tourism: so sonic, such undercurrent sound, such
underbrush raspberries: ecological roots, aftermath frustration, or angry long
enough to sin: summonsing ten tigers, or running an unsaid militia, or chanted,
received, perfecting this frequency: so mystic at times, remembering to utter, “Love,”
so removed, but stationed in reality: detoured by logic, picturing kangaroos,
so secular this world of tendencies: our gathering souls, so affected by mental
beauty, while many rely upon connection: such casual centimeters, so
reminiscent, or flooded by something fleeting: this affluent chaos, at sights
seeming pure, so disappointed, and so wrong for judging: so casual our
trespasses, so googled our public affairs, so sensed and sacred, or unsafe and
sexual: this film replaying, this shrubbery of rattlesnakes, while Love tries
with nonchalance: our days screaming, such silence raging, while near-born
hearts are churning: so tugged, too much information, and realized as spirits:
our whereabouts, at any given second, is rivaled in consciousness: so
self-afflicted, our faces distorted, our sensitivities unfastened: looking at
Jesus, rereading John, unglued, re-cemented, but leaking wisdom….
…so much contained,
this thin, irregular, gut-line: those doors, so reluctant, or destined to
struggle: this old cliché, this new segue, at gates and Jews, or running for
gunned by shadows: this face he knew, this man taunting, or this titillating
genius: those mind-calls, this sudden and partial sentence, while visions
thrust a kamikaze instinct: so comfortable, but forced by life, where we
remember nothing proper: so reversed, so dignified, while raging and yelling
and wailing at Yahweh: so shattered, so earth-wrenching, at distorted images:
this 3 a.m. contemplation, this 3:15 cup of Irish juice, or this 3:30 clove
with resistance—so intrigued by fleetingness, such wonderful, complicated
souls, or radical pink ghosts: re-sensing Blake, so afar from Wolfe, at
dungeons making what we call, “Love”: needing incredible, so close to that,
while too educated to believe in generosity: this fever with fire, this flux
with anguish, this eruption with science: at purer thoughts, so connected to
reality, or too slumped to be that person….
…hyena genetics, black converts, or
African Catholicism—this lineage barracuda, those dark seasons, asking to
become privilege: such controlled eyes, such closet activity, or poets pining
for Monroe: as feral dingoes, or wilder cats, so scratched, so bruised, so
intellectual: this mind-woman, those quicker releases, or such detail to gnats:
underfoot, Love, or re-knitting footlights, while a swan takes right stage:
such filthy promises, such open-ended hope selections, while mother is pressed
to suggest, That all things work out to
the glory of God: leaving life alone, so lost in powerful persons, but
feeling like bull ants: hungry raccoons, or curiously frightened dragonflies,
while father needs something chasing: those years in high-school, those
nightmares in college, or this adult, mystical and cultic spirit: at such
needs, or frying wisdom, finding something devastating: affected by Australian
souls, indebted to Jewish Laws, such a man, such a tiger-snake, while
understanding in parts our European inhabitants: so long at life, poking at
porcupines, where Love is quite fetching: our wonderful minds, our creative
encounters, our bodies yearning for everything: such orca brains, such Rolex
eyes, at something remaining unsellable: our customs, to know this life, while
easing into a centerpiece: so laid to pains, so cryptic with torture, as but
this one or nothing in existence: such falderal, such higher hopes, so
challenged by Love: Yes, we run, so
uncivilized, and those familiar disappointments!
