…at
reaper feelings, disguised in smiles, feeling outgrowth: heavy flowers,
demented skies, a bit raw, a bit too cultured: petting a lily, needing more
life, frowning, re-gauging or plain insecure: so much to live, so quick to die,
feeling like liquid: a quick gesture, a subtle tone, to exist by
hypersensitivities: abusing patience, neglecting principles, driven by elusive mist:
if but to love, if but to exhaust pain, if but to lose existence: this film in
souls, this movie in fantasies, those brains feeding transmitters: abused so
early, reborn so late, while it felt Passion to resurrect: our daughters
laughing, our mothers at new beginnings, our great ancestors feeding at our
tables: this mawkish feeling, this logic mystical, at pure contradiction: but
science aches, this methodological approach, where sight is required: to sense
pain, to feel low, to enjoy sharing in miseries: this plane to Israel, this
scriptural fee, as mammals addicted, even confused by reason: our silent empire, our radiant deaths, our nearby graves:
so old with insistence, so young this tender kingdom, while rebuilt flying into
cadence…. I’ve re-fired emotions,
plucked and picked and plummeted: I’ve cried in dungeons, removed from
normality, while restructured by insistent ignitions: so reexamined, therein, a
fever, therewith, this gunning feeling, this running healing: gazing into
stars, and re-reaching, at something familiar with new language: at prose like
Satan, this thin line, where rebukes re-spoke this atmosphere: so alive those
days, fleeing through galaxies, leering into something too gorgeous to pass: so
easy to lie, so good with fallacies, debating this sign pointing at souls: this
torn conscience, this heightened consciousness, so tugged by demons needing to
repent: this roaring scream, this tentative confession, while realizing this
need for softer whispers: so close to it, so ruined through it, so brought to
life by it: this hard corner, this jungle vat, our minds rereading images: to
have pure visual, to relax and pass away, re-walking, or re-stalking each
door-path in this hallway: assuming weather, a bit cold in winter, a bit
agaze’d in autumn. Ethiopian screams,
interior buzzing, so addicted to feeling existence: a tear to grass, so
trampled by nature, while petting a solemn desire: such destruction, as bodies
deteriorate, while an eight year old is rereading Jude: our minds at
sabbatical, our guts at Disney Land, our lives approached with a lack of
seriousness: so enlove with conception, so enthralled by perception, or sudden
to break this curse.
…we assume
heaven, something but accursed, such demanding slyness: our secure souls,
through wretched vice, at fires through hells to sustain security: we chance
survival, our lance to intruders, our courage to adore life: our shared
battles, our mitigated frustrations, hereinto, our deference and lust: so
charged with deaths, so abandoned to myths, needing something concrete: fretted
by abstracts, concerned with capacity, or more, longing Love may deny variety:
so changed in meanings, so versed at travesties, our orchestra, our war-cries,
our churning trumpets: those tightropes, this uncontrollable urge, our
children, our dreams, our nightmares: to feel giddy, to believe in goodness, to
barbeque sadness: those planks, those mayflies, this marshy, internal
magazine….
…re-centered by
inhibition, at wars with inhibition, gently seduced by inhibition: this
re-jarred feeling, so thrust into graphics, while life presents dynamite: our
misspelled perceptions, our trenchant illusions, or better, our need to sense
vulnerability: this feigned illustration, those casual hellos, while purposed
to destroy particular innocence: our moving brains, our reaching insights, to
posit an insatiable need: while perfect with selection, so estranged from
strengths, where simple instances desire an overseer: our black mothers,
pushing our guts, demanding accountability: so overtaken, so treacherous with
wisdom, so over those pink exotics: at churns and valleys, indebted to
something abrasive, and screaming, Fires….
