…empty
aims, an itching urge, captive against caves—or curious, noticing texture, a
bit ambivalent: that tone song, those death blows, needing a miracle: soft
supple lips, abased at birth, forsaken to crimes: so dead to me, our incredible
hell, so iridescent, or too iridescent, or too his mind: at tortures and
giggles, at shame and dying, at cloves needing strong water: this fish at it,
this web at it, too creative to sit quietly: an old feeling, at resurrection,
filled at fields, fleshed and starving: romantic deaths, treacherous wombs,
where sirens bled innocence: a man failing, a brain monstrous, a pen as
therapist: needing anguish, lost at seas, while something requires life: to
aspire deadly, to quarantine Jesus, a bit achy, a bit silent, a bit irrepressible:
those fuchsia leaves, this freesia pain, at a particular birth: to grin like
father, to abandon like father, while to return unlike father: such fission,
split in twain, alive but crooked: a slanted walk, a foreign feeling, wondering
where granny dwells: this daydream, this picture acid, those deep dark
dungeons: to require life, to desire sips, to muse upon womanly nuance: so
deceased for you, so dead to you, so alive a verse but too close: so wiggly,
such squirming, an album has skipped: maybe an anthology, maybe anthropology,
or maybe an event: those amulet eyes, those anklet charms, or those gold
aglets: hurling guts, sensing a shift, if but one last beginning: pure
intensity, if but her majesty, if but her body: a shallow man, for time is
ruthless, and ruth has determined particular fire: such bone to pagans, such
cartilage to ritual, abused and suffocating: at soul to wetness, at loins to
intestines, a devil-may-care, an interior explorer: (this living death, this
shard pressure, if gut to brain, that brain to eyes: a cleek running, a creek
of sulfur-stones, a dinosaur’s genetics: so blessed to have it, so alarmed by
rejection, so filthy with interrogation: at newness, found in dry valleys, while
orchards are erecting: so much emotion, such inspired feelings, while wrestling
with intake: a fleet of documents, an embarrassed air, a small Asian): to need
with flame, to winds with water, as something salty emits: so accustomed to it,
so normal with it, while Precious sung resentment: our gravid swan, to carry
adulthood, to die so early: our placation, those axes bleeding, this interior
fulcrum: as nibs speak, and ink showers, so gutted, so permeated: such debris,
blown Eastward, while christic, mystic, and searching Northern winds: this tear
fire, those wheezing dingoes, this trumpet, this agony, such unforgiveness: for
one was vile, and one was neglected, and one had little time to decide: this
intestinal curse, this chilly meadow, those sylvan canopies: where mother is
queen, and mother is sober, and mother is dying: such redherrings, appearing
mid-wave, a glorious umbrella-anguish: too fabulous to live, too ridiculous to
die, while breath is alchemy: those lost tides, this winning loser, where
granny knew and hugged Jesus: at majesties, so mystic a mistake, while guards
made caricatures: a torn pride, a bleeding tunic, those mental ruminators:
needing unction, winnowed and dismissed, while Love is a trialed creature: our
souls meshing, as two become one, a soul has joined with detriments: so
re-abused, so used and discarded, such sanctum, wrenching disgust, and vomit
atop demons: to scream your mind, to ache, churn and relive: to rethink this
insanity, to need resurrection, while our caves are empty: our bowels rumbling,
our pressure gigantic, while a man is too afraid to perform: rebuked inclines,
textile avenues, repainted blue valleys—and a self-saboteur: for music
whistles, a store is close, and walls have become insufferable: a wilder
believer, a place her Kingdom, and staring and yelling and remorse in
Yahweh: our dreary sights, our clear judgments, plus, so effective at
distressing this paper: maybe a clove, this light entity, as I come from brick,
deep dark liquids, and revived—passed out dungeons: our eyes throttled, our
palms sipping silt, such sediment and paint: those invoked phantoms, this
chilly hot weather, so familiar, and so your guts…!
