…baptized
and gunning, so aloof to it, while Love agonized it: this rich river, this
itchy moon, so gone, so gloomy, so at moods: blue chills, fevered bricks, this
News Channel: so deep inside, lying to breathe, or damn near annihilated: to
see it and dine, to dine and love, at wars to keep it: this flimsy behavior,
this slice in marrow, so behaved, so outlandish, or blatant disrespect:
I loved, Passion, so
gutted but aware, a pocket of bad habits: liquor to brains, but rarely a slur,
while Adorable was closer: this wall laughing, this fretted tendency, rereading
language: so torn with tone, so alive with action, so attracted to ignorance:
bad organs, gutter guitars, and ghetto fabulous: reborn with Jesus, pleading his pardon, at trial another those
again: so bubbled, so cuffed, finding humor: those years demolished, this psych
a bit at tales, our brains selecting attributes: to utter quickly, to cut a
nerve, while years diminish nothing....
…those
scarred havens, so insistent about love, where Passion was dying: our minced
personalities, our chiseled sentiments, so cursed, so young, as finding Ms. Invisible—those
ankles, those thighs, those hips: at something deeper, this casual anger, this
sorrowing countenance, those indebted bodily gestures: our faces disdained, our
guts ruined, so featured out—as demonized, so hidden, but heaven knew pain: at
internal hatred, those streets screaming, so Sunset, so Malibu, so East Los
Angeles: this gutter, this path, while Love was abandoned early: but try, Soul,
to un-wrest something cringing, abused and thinking she might adore me: this
pavement, this gunning, while baptized once again: so deep this Bible, so found
in Caleb, such a warrior for Ms. Invisible: a sour English, a sour Speech, so
accentuated, such a deeper womb, so alive and raddled for mercy: this achy
craft, lost in derriere, gripping for dear life afraid to fail: this python
goddess, those philosophic axioms, while Love rejected my first premise: this
vervet monkey, those interior sewers, as men wrestle….
…so
jarred, so uncured, fumbling through Ms. Incandescent: our differing codes, our
hung-over egos, where Love was sober half a decade: such wrenching guilt, such
osmosis energy, too close, too shook, nibbling a botanical root: our perfect
errors, our perfect address, playing this pain of Yahtzee: seahorse eyes,
mosquito insistence, damn near passed out: so revived, so at hunger, reduced to
human appetites: a black caiman hunch, an alligator’s teeth, such pentacle and
device: our dim ingredients, our endless enticements, our bodies rolling into
tarantulas: those viper fangs, this teal blue sky abuse: our murderous eyes,
while screaming at Jesus, floored for captured and dining with hell….
I swore
to exist, but no one heard, and Love was too occupied: spinning doubts, a full
human, if but a claim: nibbling poison, at love with Ms. Impassive, while her
truest hook two seconds prior to climax: at red carpets, at opening doors, at
bathing toes: this wrinkled perfection, this anything if but us, while tender hurt controls future
affairs: such deep repentance, such insidious cries, while Love has never been so
thick: this tremendous music, a man’s appetite, those curious, deeply cemented,
ten tiers in, militias: our feng shui, after something so simple, if but
invested in shifting moods: this thunder magnet, this psychological machinery,
at sea monsters, at twelve headed tigers, or blue moon Passion: those dugite
fangs, this bleeding neck, those fierce nails: so charmed for moments, but hell
freezes over, so afraid but broaching topics: as smaller people, living smaller
lives, to happen into Ms. Glamorous: those chitzsu twins, this piranha
appetite, so gila, so Pagan, at such a fool’s inheritance.
I
disappear at times, so purchased by desires, peering at something talkative:
our signature malaria, this sickness, so diseased, so at love, while dead and
feeling goodness: such hemorrhaging, such upheaval, so demanding, so
intolerant, so desperate: our corporation, our shadow’s mirage, while feeling
like life: such deeper existence, weighing options, while committed to
disaster: hair moving, wind in knuckles, air to bones: an ephemeral aura, a
glowing arc, a fevered thrust: so power high, so spidery, heart to heaven, and
heaven to heart: our last touch, those roaring gates, and never another glance.
