I
bounce to it, filtered, dejected, and living music: so many loses, so many
friends, so ultra-cultured: a different pain, an unexplained passion, at women
a bit lethal: I dream by casualties, those few with collars, those few
resurrected: at mirror concerns, this melting entity, those shoulders as passed
our caves: so free to live, so free to die, so free to lose a daughter: such
fury, listening closely, while people appease monsters: those feudal flames,
this ferocious castle, this interior rug: dripping sauces, dripping miseries,
at something too spacial to make sense: sense a liver, sense baptized waters,
sense a child dipped, flipped and ghosted with it: running through ghettoes,
redeemed through behavior, as needed to work with God: some features, some
conversation, while a brain answered: a different pain, a different psych, a
new hunch: this world of problems, as confronted daily, while forced to go
through approvals: looking at Naomi, afraid to blink, where many are enlove
with reflection: this mirror game, this mirror pain, Osaka or death: so bounced
in it, as mother’s father, while so misused it’s hard to peace waves: at guts
bleeding, curled in a corner, and screaming at apparitions: so flung aside, so
misguided, to refilm a portrait: this bun city, those hopping tests, this bodied
universe: so sensed in it, so scented by it, such sex and pain and closeness:
to bond through misery, to gather a contract, while Love just gave birth:
fleeing into it, running harder, and leaping into Jesus: an interior dialogue, listening
to Sophia, rewound to an intimate second: so fevered, so gutted, ruining an
intellectual account: void those images, re-juiced and terrified, while Love is
too much to satiate: an artistic monster, those ages, this flick in turquoise:
attention to detail, while looking at a nun, and Love just asked about porn: so
crazed with it, so bounced into it, a silhouette, a retraced shadow.
…an
infant crush, those big boiling beauties, as inclined to adore anything: so
young with fever, at musky toes, while reviewing our condition: so encouraged,
as felt like mother, this world or destruction: our last discussion, our last
kiss, while satiated and feeling newness: this thorn rolling, those tumbleweeds
greeting, where sickness seems appropriate: those Gucci bags, those tennis
socks, those all white Puma’s: that racket, those tennis balls, this film, this
pain: such higher ambitions, settled in treasures, fretted and laughing: such a
heart-chakra, such a brain-chakra, while two together create a tsunami: at
something strange, this interior drilling, if but true affliction: flipping
through brochures, looking at magazines, while sold to something intangible: at
purer feelings, a rewashed face, a little Neutrogena—to adore as sameness, to
get lost in taste, wondering as Love bit back: so field with it, so house with
it, while judgement is passed: silky pants, hugging impish hips, bouncing
Bentley’s: so controlled, so movie like, while losing where winning is
sinister: this low approach, constructed for hells, while an atheist was just
born….
…so
inclined to watch, to read behavior, while a person is so sneaky begging for
loyalty: encouraged to try, looking at patterns, while one suggests something
innovative: so torn our screams, this hallway echo, while vestibule doors are
slamming: so ghosted with it, to bounce with it, at serpent clowns: to remove a
feeling, to exchange furniture, to refurbish emotion: a talkative blouse, a
long neck, where a second becomes intimate: so inclined to ponder, to wonder
about credibility, while a participant that dirge: (such serious desire, to
need paradox, while living paradox: so filthy at love, so cinematized, where
reality points and laughs and crashes those empires: such requirements, to dig
so deeply, to give beyond our thresholds: thrust through, excavating swords,
tiptoeing existential blades: such raw existence, such remodeled names, at
pains a bit indebted)….
