…sweeter
ambrosia, or car-lift hoppers, and casual screams: to adore a swan, to recreate
a wheel, or to dive so far deep our ears pop: at sentient curriculum, or sentient
scars, plus, motherly concern: so independent, such a quadroon, such a romantic
heart: eclectic at rhythms, filled by stature, a breeze, a spirit-gust, a
falling zephyr: those visits, those eyes, while something supernal might
happen: those short distinctions, while kissed and ransomed, at something too
cultic to explain: a running athlete, a jogging machine, or seated closely
feeling resentments: those museum dreams, this box of trinkets, plus, a pagan
agenda: at shadow dances, or scooping marbles, at seconds becoming quite
devotional: at multiple tugs, roaming a college campus, feeling a bit
dissociative: not by choice, but a deeper realization, while something whispers
concerning differences: but life is cartoons, those political characters, filled
with affectation: that whirly duck, that indomitable rabbit, or a speedy
ostrich: indeed, I laugh and write, struck by beauty, a bit mature these years:
our taste-buds, our steaks with onions, or prone to a microwavable chicken pie:
so crazed at intervals, applying tenderness, while receiving an interior: such compassion, this intentional movie, while threshed for cultured and frowning upon
creation: I drift at times, while blessed at times, where a swan is in good humor
at times: such transmission, or transference, or something quite unimagined:
those interior souls, that wobbly crush, while someone stressed a particular
perfection: our wiggly ears, our thirsty eyes, while caressing a hungry ego: at
fleece and films, at feelings and fire, while a bit feral and frantic: such
deeper irony, while contentious one way, it came to haunt my cathedral:
something abhorred, became something loved, and something crucial, became his
allotment: this laughing syndicate, so justified, while God loves a sinner:
this deep misnomer, this crazed reality, while even Christ was crucified: those
interior suggestions, this interior land, where looks and appearances capture
something held hostage: at blacker moons, at thunderous lightning, while veneer
was apropos at seasons: now we search out substance, we debate complex
material, while being pretty lasts for a season: indeed, a proper space, while
mental tomes adorn, and ultimately, a man loves his universal companion….
I
imagine waves, so angered, so delicate, so loyal: a bit stern, a bit
dismissive, a bit reciprocal: probably filled with zeal, at a private portrait,
and tending towards ear candy: those steeper feelings, as thoughts are
adjusted, while mimicry becomes a sign of ambivalence: so young and driven,
oysters and diamonds, plus, our world for grabs: a delectable appetite, a feral
ambition, but Sundays are a time to relax: indeed, sitting for mother,
conversing with step-father, while he mitigates and arbitrates: a quick temper,
a shifty gaze, plus, eyes made for rolling: a streaming mind, a freshet heart,
a graven diary: this need for privacy, those face-replies, while culminating
something appealing: at gentle emotions, rereading certain articles, with quite
a strong intuition: such happenstance, while attempting by lights, where one
emphasizes certain points: begging for approval, given examples that tamper,
while devoted to something personal: our inherited complexes, our first
disagreements, while most raise with little training: it comes by nature, it
displays anger, it induces a guilty conscious: but it loves dearly, or dislikes
dearly, where something life-giving becomes an obligation: so tender those
years, so gifted by praising, while young adults become a sky of questionings:
but maybe love is storm, and friendship is honored, while voices are read and
given security: as flying gravity, or spiritual firebrand, so adored, so
comforted.
…such an allotment, at deeper concerns, so cloven, so
determined, where private feelings are unexamined: we dance our abilities, we
ignore our predicaments, in essence: We acclimate: our countenances harden, we’re
difficult to reach, and we feel others do not get our pictures: something
general I suppose, where many of us are stressed, for our years weren’t normal:
this mineral word, this unsuitable word, while consensus and science argues,
otherwise: we’re structured by environment, some are fortunate, for they
understood, or were educated concerning improper behavior: nevertheless, we
waltz and chime, we exhaust our tools, and at moments, we feel an inrush: we
seek our concerns, we live out compartments, while many sought a listening ear:
so resilient at abstracts, so cased in understanding, while written in books:
as classic participants, living classic concerns, while certain behaviors are
indicative of certain patterns….
