...seated at
discoveries, so silent, or unspoken, but a galaxy afar: rude seconds, fleeing
energies, or snoring gently: our comical comets, our sincere disdain, while too
familiar to placate: such formidable concerns, such mystic insights, but
unrecognized: those noisy tables, this noisy book, or nosy where silence
becomes intrusive: so dedicated to cherries, so sweet our intestines, while
pain becomes a toothache: this empty crib, this missing daughter, this season
for contradiction: a man infected, a man cheated, a family condoning black
violence: our insides flaming, our hearts tickled, while Love agonizes such
silence: our greener moments, looking into edginess, to imagine one as gone as
I: ebbing with pain, re-geared by travesty, so empathetic towards one killing us: physicality rashes, sore and sour
nerves, or such fleeting promise: our outlooks shifting, our apologies
unimaginable, while brains proffer those alleys: at terrible frustration,
musing upon humanity, where we exercise idiotic tenets: this nonchalant
devastation, those lingering victims, while relying upon innocence: such
dependent facts, such infectious conviction, where one announces pregnancy: this
unbelievable sin, those deceitful umbrellas, this umbra in passions: at running
mills, at garden ponds, so apricot concerning a ruined life: or stationed
softly, re-knitting something broken, attempting to find joy in another person:
so defensive those seconds, so suspicious this belief, so found, so cursed, so
deep but missing: this Feature
valley, plus, many fancies, while life is passing slowly: so fast those years,
such oxymoron, so proud to brag: this revelation, at one womb, so restricted,
so shook, so at wars to speak: our mystic/yogic insights, our cavelike ability,
while so captured by something foreign: as abstract creatures, living abstract
oceans, while truths have returned to isolation: those ships to cliffs,
wrestling flat ideals, while returning to seashores: such pet turtles, such
rhinoceros waves, to witness life rowing frantically: indeed, this fair beaut,
this island trespasser, this friend, ally and betrayer: so innocent with
existence, so snug with flattery, so pulled by mutual attraction: those gunning
missiles, this harbinger of disasters, where it was meant to die.
...albeit,
with love, I sing something gray, abused by repression: so suppressed and
running, so intrigued but devastated, holding to maniac principles: so good it hurts, while Love is laughing,
this clown-faced mystery: somewhere these thoughts, so distracted by tyranny,
so calm with denying existence: becoming wretched, becoming secluded, so
removed from natural feelings: at rich wonder, wandering this savannah, at
sabertooth frustration: this intoxication, this fairer divinity, this
paradoxical hurt city: such chaotic webs, such realized friction, while men
feel captured: so routine to most, so appalling to many, while dragged into
darker shadows….
We become trademarks,
responded to by our actions, while desiring a pristine image: those years by
escapes, this Houdini life, while dissatisfied by its reputation: such a
beautiful rose, such a horrific pimp, and we’re left with concern: this life as
dying, this living as flying, those drugs, this liquor, so cursed, abused and
winning: pure contradiction, or subtle illustrations, while Love might ache for
a season: at hubby crying, at tears rebuking, while so pulled by a bright-eyed
daughter: this fear he has, this web he denied, while cured enough to prevail: gentle
cloves, harsh lungs, a deeper, calm, soft voice: this madman, this uncontrolled
cage, at irony, redemption, and misery: so infused at times, so enlove at
moments, while driven too concerned with reflection: so insecure, so needy,
where this is human: that old Feature, this
revving dimension, so unforgiving but desperate to forgive: this office war,
this breakthrough, where Love paid close attention: this new entity, the one
she met, this black chaos: at golden instincts, brushing morning breath,
refocused by a glass of juice: those reeling sensations, this slight greeting,
so snug in concentration: so mindful of you, this pain we guitar, this trumpet
we blast: so asexual, so attuned to emotion, so evolved as a powerful human:
such intoxication, this level, this caliber, this petition to exist: at moon-sorrow,
at daughter insights, at granny wondering about this a-colored existence: this
older concern, this barefaced attraction, where Love claimed kinship: those
wild antennas, this warm fascination, at wine and cigar and jotting blueprints:
straight from scratch, after so many years, after so many ghostlike women.
