…morning
yawning, morning coffee, evening guarana: so purple at it, such respect with
it, while needed a bit for animals: looking to dominate, a hankering
proclivity, a dynamic curse: those crystal filters, this crystal lark, at
converse this grackle: rewashing old feelings, courted by interior, a wild man
on Sunset: those dreams laughing, those emotions screaming, while I only love a
sinner: those countless bribes, this promise to whispers, so laced, so young,
rummaging jewelry: an antique daughter, a temptress mistress, a relaxed mentor:
so abused by life, so close to life, while life betrays us: so cold by summer,
so warm by winter, at autumn leaves speaking gibberish: to slam a feeling, to
drown a curse, while behavior is generational: so bold to ask, so distressed to
receive, so angry it lasted: hallway lockers, tetras combinations, where Love
popped out: I filter meanings, aloft a castle, true to something that appears
ridiculous: needing voluptuous, at casual glances, a woman so small, a woman so
in brains: if but a remedy, those years while cursed, to arrive at this space:
this nonchalant compassion, or this reserved, self-motivator, while Love is
losing appeal: to wonder closely, about quick liaisons, where both must rush to
avoid being seen: I pace a block, roam neighborhoods, and sip coffee: a slow
pace, a slow race, where substance speaks: but love by caprice, and hearts by
romance, in order that we may try: this spell in dreams, this curse in
emotions, where we realize this waste, this challenge, this irresistibility:
those years running, those tears gunning, so electric, so advanced, so
elastic….
I
lose minutes, so charmed, so distressed, so dignified: to banter lightly,
nothing more attractive, while we contemplate our truer selves: to suggest
something amorous, to scream out and laugh, where Love was quite insistent:
rereading Cardi B, or reviewing Beyoncè, such creatures too spirit to tame:
those hankerings, those handkerchiefs, this crookedly straight line: this
Brick Road, those tire tracks, running centuries, gambling insanely, at
something seeming normal: such adorable swans, such remarkable mothers, while
men debate those nuances: a fire by us, a storm by souls, so swarmed by
tornadoes: those thunderclaps, such infidelity, while Love tried her damndest:
our souls chained, those generational ropes, those generational curses: at
something clean, seeming new bread, rehearsed for perfection, while something
churned: too much exposure, too much excitement, and far too attractive: to
conclude science, to review perfection, but wondering if Kerry is different:
such relished pride, such Jewish tenets, while we desire longevity: so
separated, so at large, where Love appeared too gorgeous to keep: such rabid
rain, such rubble and rubber, those trains moving a dozen miles a minute.
…bedded
in diamonds, so terse and concise, and never tepid: an inner deposit, those
kingdom strata, to feed a brant: conversing lightly, so decorated, peaking at
seconds: this higher reality, as removing smaze, while eyes peek at something
transcendental: such candent sights, such lambent rites, while feeding this
hankering for souls: to have something unconditional, to exist and still
participate, while honor bines our guts: our children laughing, our children
quite serious, our children thirsting for understanding: in every chase,
debating meaning, a bit wistful, a bit intrigued, a bit to ink-patches: those
luxuries, such European passion, so close, so lightfast, so indelible….
…negotiating
our principles, needing existence, while scattering seabirds—an interior beast,
a bit bellicose, while reserved enough: acting through chess, spinning our
wheels, painting images in fluorescent lights: a lance speaking, bolts walking,
a film upon our cerebrals: those traffic signs, pausing for trucks, while so
lost we pass our exit: a peach and tea, a dream and rehearsals, a wig and
resentment: so compromised, familiarizing our flutes, while life becomes a
bucket of dates: so happy at times, needing such infinities, reversed, reborn,
and refurbished: our polished trestles, our unsung harps, our ebbing agonies:
so close to seeing, but passion shifted, while we chased instead of sitting
stillness: those reigning concerns, this leap those cliffs, while we mainly
play safety: as curious creatures, longing for acceptance, if but to possess
something irremovable: those deep veneers, unclad by Love, but devastated by
ecstasy: our smaller angst, cultured by furtive behaviors, so seated, so
profound, nibbling isms: with time so far, with time so close, we vow and sing,
while quite filled with distant deserts….
