I
need changes; something more balanced, something reft of brevity: I need
feminine senses, masculine humility, plus, lesbian pride: I need more libido,
or something in one person, while death seems so pure: I need a child,
something green but dangerous, something chiseling hearts: I require converse,
something metaphysic, or so realistic it begins to untangle—this myth in men,
those diamond queens, while we vie to maintain kingdoms: those fabulous
persons, this face but power, our fathers feeling life: this soul deep ocean,
this rising seahorse, or those electric cellos: so detached, so sober, such
medium air: our minds at chase, our pigeons quite nosy, our crickets quite
noisy: I need more flights, in this mediocre display, while too much can become
mania: this allergic creature, so subtle and obese, where full control becomes
our fancy: at worlds, Love, so akin to this flute, so melodic, so settled, so
disgruntle: a bit of anger, for life has been both gentle and abrasive: so many
tragedies, so much coleslaw, our bare-feet tucked in gravy: such battle and
weight, such indifference and deep love, or so panicked at sudden familiarity:
those biblic facts, this contradiction, while pairing historical texts with
certain scriptures: as pure Contextualists, re-debating our hermeneutics, or
shunning those blank, listless, and trivial controversies: indeed, to render
mindstuff, to become mindstuff, to float, bear a greeting, and return placed in
fire: as winning energies, or touching something remote, our bodies floating
while looking down at our carcasses: (this field but grayness, or scientific brain-lutes,
our harps upon free-treading, liquid cement: as so much to adore you, or so
much to forgive you, so much to understand those motives: as restructured
souls, living restructured silence, while never quite certain to tell every
detail: this curse in souls, so ashamed of those actions, while practicing
unsaid actions: this celestial concern, this chain in God, or our first
responses yearning for pleasure: this greater good, that verses a limited
amount of pain, while we negotiate our interior wrongness: so shook apart,
plus, unraveled, without a notion to interrogating our behaviors: or so dearly
cursed, analyzing every action, where a simple cup of cognac becomes
troublesome: another person’s woes, another person’s struggles, as we adapt to
another person’s assessments: inner liabilities, mental assets, while life
skips to a-rhythmic patterns: so lost in love, so fantasy driven, where futures
are stripped bare).
I’ve
studied something; it’s quite peculiar, plus, a bit unsteadying: this polygraph
within, those feelings revved into motion, or seated in concentration relating
to someone those bluer air-vents: as dynamic brains, our curious
mental-linguistics, while favoring certain correlations: but trespass is
vibrant, where I thought of you, but elsewhere crossed currents: our
emotion-souls, those generating windstorms, accustomed to throwing interiors: plain
to view, obscure and shadows, or entrenched in this unbelievable instant: those
cries lashing at pillows, this violent, deep release, so cultured, so civilize,
but so unglued: pulling our corners, racing to challenge opposing views, while
needing concrete validation: those trials with vinegar, this lime with
panaceas, or realizing death has come to claim its investment: those deeper
truths, experimenting with sacredity, where worship is slightly askew: but just
to see, or just to know, where souls venture into god-hood: this large space,
this endless intrigue, or this riveting interior: but days are singing, and
fathers are grateful, while souls are battling for clarity.
