…so bleeping stripped,
so bleeping varnished, wrestling bleeping sandpaper: so cursed, so lovely, so
abrasive towards humility: so shiftless, so dissociative, or facing disoriented
schizophrenia: so kleptic, such stinky feet, at feats and drums, listening to
heartbeats: this field ride, this cultic exchange, this grownup dynasty: this
raw ass woman, this spiritual electricity, this feud, this death, at romance so
dislodged: our ice with rum, our gin as a mixture, or this viable ass problem:
at sky-feelings, remote and feeding cubs, while treading dragon-grass: those
old ways, this political tongue, so infused, so bothered, so caged—at Newport
Havens, or rummaging LMU Libraries, or driving passed El Camino—this elephant
shrew, as metaphorical problems, this big ass atmosphere amid our living
quarters: our mermaid daughters, seeming so complete, while a twelve year old
carries her mother: this blood blue blackness, this quadroon concern, this
filthy ass bottle: our rolling eyes, our waters unbeknownst to reasons, our
wigs and welts and wickedness: to abate irony, while conversing a damsel, where
Love managed through trainings: this gut-war, those wetlands, at freshwater
alligators: so comfy to die, so alive through sex, where one realizes something
indifferent: this delicate monster, this mystic atheist, or this believing
agnostic: so gutted, so yogic, palming this acidic frog: those times, Love,
this adored child, this seedless advice: participate, rule in planetaries, so
astronomical, so flooded, at Genesis and rereading: such Kabala, such ruthless
priests, such aquatic alienation: our itchy flesh, this running granny, this
black angst: so violent to me, such hatred for me, and God rules that I never
lied: so prehistoric, so radical, so freaking perfect: this lying muse, this
lying gang, at principles laughing insanely: so cut and damaged, so irregular,
so at Yahweh begging—for Love died, and Love laughed, while this nightmare
proved unsteady: those pebbles in guts, our mystic migration, to feel like Love
is interpreted: those cultic realms, this cryptic spell, at something kleptic
and reborn: (if but to perish, yawning beneath an awning, while Love was
reluctant to respond: this conflict, this everyday hassle, a man vying to keep
his princess): this war at darts, this extinguished feeling, while too much
work proves detrimental…if but to breathe, as feeling extinct, so dead and
pushing, so flavored, plus, acidic: this sour patch, those shrubbery groans, if
but to disappear in those last clutches: this fool, Love, this semi-crocodile,
at waste and islands, so cursed, so
adored: this paperless essay, this verbal debate, at memories prior to
actualities: so ruined for passion, so manic for elephants, or so classroom
feeling quite detached: those longer letters, or this covered scar, where Love
was proud to deviate: this unsafe woman, those unsafe interactions, while one
should feel gracious to escape…. I
speak to her, seriously lacing tennis, so involved, so enchanted, while
visualizing Love: this mystic miracle, this mystic mistake, plus, all that we
carry: this feral fire, this locomotive, swearing life is alright: this madman,
this calm machine, this maniac contender: those otiose feelings, this finer Feature, so alive at seconds concerning
two spirits: this feeling, Love, this remote exercise, while eyes are so dead:
as sliced ingredients, or musical flour, while chicken is frying: our scorpion
mothers, our Pisces lovers, so hostile, so gutted, so streamed: to die here, to
live here, to recreate prose here: this fretted poetess, this field blue, at
Love agonizing over sex news: our dinosaur instincts, to ravish and kill, while
kicking a dead carcass: this flavor in guts, this woman he needed, those
gorilla cavities: at neuro-toxins, so conditioned by safety, while hating their
terrors: this blood blue crimson, this index camisole, where love became a
jasmine lizard: our dying ghettoes, our escape artists, while a little girl was
found dead: those mystic rites, pleading Energy, where an apparition appeared:
this pain carried, this bane swallowed, while Love has victimized a Nation. …such undertakers, staring at muscles,
leering into faces: this faceless scream, this almighty capacity, while
reluctant enough to remain Deism: this hands-off situation, this killing
vibration, while Love is watching: this glamorous woman, all but three months,
all but searching for newness: such exhilaration, such full pledged animalism,
while searching for three more months: this palm of moths, this grandfather
escape, where something has misrepresented their culture: those beauty
vultures, such kleptic emotion, or so bothered Love is negotiating: those
tendon tendencies, those treacherous returns, while ruined and realizing
self-deprecation: those decimated relations, this decimated horizon, at
daughters and Love while feeling conflicted: this animal zoo, this elegant
pastime, where something needs those few months…!
