…about
a wave, or sunshine streams, at back-road reservoirs: therewith, this raging
aura, this filmed fantasy, lingering like chandeliers: alike to running, or
jogging memories, or city slavery: those haunting skies, those ravine crows,
while silence generated energy: abusing cloves, rereading disposition, while quite
confused: at distant lopes, refined by trusses, collecting tresses: unclad I
was, raving, babbling, reduced to something shattered: so close to insanity, so
fretful of my return, gathered, pieced together, and shoveled to dungeons:
entwined in mania, those manic remnants, plus, an indescribable feature: such midnight sunshine, those
breezy bracts, rereading an old vignette: such wilting, rotten, disastrous
trespass—pores weeping, veins thrust, so somber at points: ever resilient, but
embarrassed drastically, at pasture, prominence, and patience: those cosmic
pinions, this feral poet, while too calm to collect violence: an interesting
wreath, an interesting door, to utter peaceful ruses: debating his premise, breaking ties with freedom,
revealing a wrench in our functionality: reviewing teleology, understanding
something’s askew, while a hands-off position seems irregular: an interior
pirate, a mayfly chaser, surrounded by marsh and mud: a bit alchemic, longing by
chemistry, looking at societal pictures: those whispering patterns, at mercy
for sages, realized in this cousin called by insanity: such billows, those
sacral pipes, those smoke rings: so photic, so dark, while light has an aura of
cages: those cultic cries, those penciled clouds, while art has something akin
to Picasso: this split man, those silent screams, as faces melt, spent in
dimensions, and raging at normality: afire with splendor, enlove with roses,
while aching a perception mis-conceived….
…ember-hearts flicker, seashores
whisper, but texture seems to possess substance: such hypo-literature, such
valiant possession, while thoughts are stippled: to adore serenity, so paranoid
about solidarity, while savoring universality: our souls interlaced, our swans
and kings, revving a deathless reality: our nightsong, those long dark pavements,
therein, such bleeding approvals: our kismet spirits, drenched in trance-ism,
racing debris and cosmic sediments: so inclined to dismiss, so edgy concerning
wires, or accursed, sanctioned and blessed: such physical souls, or unphysical
thought particles, debated internally: those soulquakes, or receding gravity,
our ballad minds afloat: such orb pressure, and songbird measures, at saintly
tides: to become leopards, our signature spots, unresolved at steady motion:
our trembling genetics, our fireball intellects, but susceptible souls….
…such
tempest chaos, reborn to mayhem, upon a death noticing winter: sweeter once
sung, unlikely when spoken, nevertheless, so casual but iron: searching out
certitude, unaffected by circumstance, where something interior has stirred
darker quarters: solitude crowds, lazy but driven, radical but calm: such
uneasy quietude, room-gazing, doorposts fleeing, re-passion’d and doubtful:
communication unsteady, disposition exhausted, emotion sailing mentally: at
casual trespass, indebted to senses, while something enters nudging
indifference: those long lines, that frustrated teller, our screams and cries
and isolation: this line of shoppers, shopping for existence, haggling over
sales: an inner telegram, arisen in chi, leaving
our baskets for others: those wild fancies, this inner person, so aware but
time is standing silently: those feeling-tundra(s), this particular self, while
needing but wanting, otherwise: cut with imposition, damned with grace, but
sound enough to realize fortune: an analytical self, a discerning aura, so
captured by cinema: at wide countries, suckling nectar, knees to dust, garments
rend asunder….
…we
see mental screws, gentle bolts, or tugging trusses: our parenthetical hives,
our constant rushing, our Calvinistic work ethic: at political signposts,
buried in symbols, attempting to master seismic vibrations: this word of
sphinxes, our allergenic conundrums, our locusts worries: as intelligent
animals, or sophisticated leviathans, a bit un-satiated: such fusion wisdom,
such comparative religion, while sung as survivors: those potent emotions,
those patent responses, wrestling thunderclaps: musing upon fireflies, redeemed
and pleading, at welkin hells: indeed, our colors fade, we become humans, we
dare not neglect an orphan: despite, ethnicity, despite, demographics, for our
souls comb love….
