…some
avenues are closed, so snakelike, so demonized: the worst in people, imagined
in delusions, while everyone is buying it: but yours is insufferable, such
wrenching concern, such inferno axioms: to possess regret, to purchase rain, or
such idyllic misery: our darker philosophies, our richer experience, so
demented those budding illusions: but life is colder, and life is goodness,
while we need a physician: so calm about dying, looking into tornadoes,
re-spent, rebuked, and pleading for patience: screaming at Jesus, or yelling at
Satan, so reversed for such behavior: temporal physics, intellectual monocles,
so turned-out: our minds tattooed, such wretched mornings, so grogged, so
desperate, forced to rebuild: such fluffy realities, or murky shadows, kneeling
in showers debating phantoms: so filthy while clean, this oily disposition,
those twelve-step enterprises: (but you need to convince us, concerning mildew carpets, of how to re-escape this
melancholy): for I die to give, such philanthropic hopes, so cursed to have
loved you: so bleak in July, so distorted in September, or so Pisces come fire
fountains: at misery with inconsistencies, so thankful for pain, so erased, so
cavalier, while hardened and dying, where ghosts populate: this daughter frenzy,
this house torture, while our kind is
a serious discovery: so classified, so degenerate, plus, such self-deprecation:
those lying ass mirrors, this Kung Fu brain, but realities hit, so inclined to
destroy, while a soul is reaching for brimstone: either an Israelian, or an
African, or some damn experiment: this mulatto curse, this mestizo freedom, at something he couldn’t revenge: so second base,
so touched at third base, walking through sugarcane, or nibbling upon
sky-fumes: so famine for justice, so delighted to reckon your shame, while
realizing time as an envelope: this mailed letter, this metaphysical scream, so
stranded in Sidon: henceforth, with joy, while denying this pessimist, at
something so damn cynical: (one last testimony, one last burial, while pleading
with invisibility: this Tao by integrity, this cessation by intuition, at something too precious to become his
daughter): those new gates, this new feeling, arising from telic coffins: such
desperation, such pure indifference, so stoic, so irregular: this churning
burn, this laughing terror, or faces running without bodies: so straightway, so
narrow-path, such a senseless leader: those cold oceans, this bold insecurity,
while pressure has made a home with us: trekking
six floors, abiding by impassive laws, while measured by cyanide behavior: this
running sky, this river dryness, this inquisitive chipmunk: at high school
memories, something so drenched in roses, something too deceased to claim: this
radical person, this messiah complex, so austere, so uncultured, so frizzy, so
unintentional….
I
dropped a magazine, they keep coming, this tease, this ease, those untypical
dynasties: a bit too sad, this up-rise, this down-fall, this cascading
universe: our personal leviathan, our personal gila monster, or so infatuated
pain felt good: this fool-man, this deep shadow, at Jung a tear meditated: so
sent to Jim Jones, so rejected by his secretary, so here, and debating purpose:
this kite to heavens, this thrill in coffins, while Jesus wrote his catacomb: so afar with meaning, so
captured by idealism, so needed for clarity: this wilder waterfall, this
bathing in Divinity, or tortured for so close: this problem we have, this curse
in parents, to give something which destroys: this cup of caffeine, this newly
designed tombstone, or this Waco Siege: so cultic and flamboyant, so correct
and termed pain, or so distant this leaping energy: so pulled in circles, so
inclined to coddle experience, or so secluded love is irritated: this losing
closeness, this winning misery, as one so indebted to adversaries: (for you
meant badness, and goodness made it perfect, but still, our presence is a bit
intolerable): to see us hurts, this
square ball, this false image: at such hatred, for inherent behavior, if but
those broken branches!
