…born
to cries, a melancholic womb, destined for religiosity: iguana calmness,
patient rulers, an existence written in pencil: meerkat mongooses, wrestling
adders, attacking, sharp upon deliberateness: at whispering birds, or closet
figures, a bit apprehensive: but relations were slanted, this infant suckling,
this child spacial, this adolescent resistant: webs screaming, spiders
watching, forgotten economically: ghetto rites, chosen as examples, looking for
gawking, our python lungs: to disappear, seated by closeness, at wheels and
turmoil and joy: our lettuce with humor, our chicken with dreams, our souls
with movies: to die so early, so familiar with rain, our mothers drugged-out:
but something sees, and something prays, while deeper converse spoke to hopes: lava
highs, raccoon mornings, and savanna deer: tasmanian vengeance, a palm of
dragon flies, an emerald omega: those
faraway promises, advocating endurance, plus, a soul for tithes: too much
truth, and not enough truth, and what is truth?: dirty linen, filthy blocks,
and medium blue pressure: upon a mistyrose, wishing upon a flower, with hell
speculating: puffy eyes, euphoric peaches, while dead men find happiness: a
thistle for graves, a daffodil for tables, at richer existence: needing with
intensity, cleaving like deaths, filled by wilder obsessions: caged or uncaged,
traveling great distances, while home resides so closely: those midnight
screams, our rattling floor-beds, our jutted heaters: but life sings, and
hearts follow, while Love seemed so permissive: our deeper fantasies, our
mandrill experiences, at lakes by rains: so gifted to persist, a dream for
something winning, while absent to this pond of deception: included in futures,
rarely by permission, up against both granny and daughter: at kangaroo courts,
this kangaroo insistence, while souls adore God and kill her children….
…so
pulled to pavement, so indebted to abstracts, so sea-green, or too inclined: at
cautious examination, reviewing my history, a bit taken by city beauty: an avatar, a cartoon, even a black Spiderman: so kleptic with words, so
linguistic with mechanics, plus, a ghetto innovation: at mother those days,
prior to pure demise, while mother was a perfect confidant: aqua feelings, aqua
religiosity, or an eclectic reality: at archery and giggling, at graves and
mourning, while feeling a bit selfish: conflicted by Gorgeous, realizing this fact: beauty gets away with infractions: so
exotic, so pensive, so erotica: those aesthetic cactuses, or this sliced
apricot, at fuchsia visions: this wheel by color, those persistent humming
birds, while father danced a distant distraction: at tawny eyes, at clever
remarks, but missing its kernel: deep azure, pragmatic turquoise, revived by
blue-violets: those pearls, those professors, those lawyers: looking intently,
to have such character, while sensed enough to distinguish chemistry from
longevity: those psychologists, those firebricks, at a particular psychiatry:
our revving hearts, our arteries laughing, our livers a slight sting: to ignore
signs, at indigo phantasms, or attracted to something improbable: such
mathematics, such dying premises, while concluded with Batman….
…while
embedded in it, while going through fire, we deny how hot it becomes: we fail
to fathom, we fail to see, those angelic bobcats: as innocent dolphins, living
through chaos, while terror invades a country: our women so tugged, if but to
escape, while encircled by behaviors: such female hyenas, while excused for
turmoil, at boards and offices and life: this slight problem, while needing to
adore, but hell is ever so close: this caveat in souls, our men roaming, our
screens accepting pop-ups: sea-lion eyes, leviathan instincts, while so enlove
and sworn to cleave: sun running cheetahs, finding deserts, where running
becomes rectangular: such popular distraction, such animalistic charges, this
need for full submission: to possess those few months, to feel existence, while
interests seem to peter-out: our jumping cables, our jolts, at music and
cadence, inclined to sacrifice: as some type of friend, or one fawning for a
season, while intimate converse wins its inheritance: at flamingo dynasties, at
genet porcelain, so wild so insistent, while Love was dying….
We’ve
run our races—a pack of coyotes, searching for distinction: reversing our
parrots, taming our wild dogs, in essence, becoming niceness: at moments
unrealized, peering into behaviors, a bit shocked at ourselves: those spacial
needs, as overcoming our guts, so wrathful with happiness: as a den of foxes,
negotiating for sanity, where we grip mirrors.
