I
lean into it, this web of profanity, this secular patience: so cured in
areas, so bothered in others, while a psych can go so far: our beige balloons,
our flighty belligerence, or soft at particular feelings: such human
palladiums, those sphinx exchanges, at Rolex screams: so realized, sensing us
in you, at captured frustration: leering across a desk, refusing feelings,
where one deserves a taste of belligerence: so crucial with facts, explained by
irrationality, while hard core facts frighten existence: our perfected
representatives, our easy sways, a bit lazy with upkeep: to die in you, those
minor prophecies, while so enlove with imperfection: our blurred curses, those
blurry personalities, while gripping oil it slips recognition: so collar
explored, so monkish with pride, while addicted to aesthetics: at fueled
courage, while explaining inconsistencies, or becoming a known purana: (those
longing legs, those eloquent thighs, while fluent an image upon memories): so
captivated, so lost in chimes, while swatting fireflies: to lean into it, to intuit
destiny, while angered it seems apparent: this way for winners, this way for
losers, while sunshine befalls our congregation: at purple grays, or unholy
days, where we become something frightening: a menacing fool, a man cooking
upon trash, while baggage piles into conscienceness: those beautiful, do for
deaths, those glamorous esthetics: as cursed to ignore, or laughing with
morals, while dead a slice of peach cobbler: this intricate, ingenious, even
allergenic curse: while Love is so reaching, such that second in spaces, while
meditated upon pure desire: this literary maniac, this woman at three those
mornings, while in tears Jenny hasn’t lived: (life is cruel this season, a man
forced to relate, while awaiting his churn: this fragile reasoning, those
fragile beings, at such an incredible treason): so boxed, unveiling
cedarchests, where a chandelier is seated upon concrete: associations, or
richer axioms, while one fights through behaviorisms: this uncomfortable
assault, where words are spliced, and speaking is utterly ignored: such
self-centered calamity, such a revving violence, where silence seems apropos:
but this is infuriating, where one desires Yahtzee, while another desires
something therapeutic: (as living with you, to imagine your entrance, infused
to escape your portal): a man with screams, a faceless soul, rereading James,
rereading my inheritance.
I
got weight to flame, a grain in guts, at something prophetically dumb: so cased
in souls, so scribbled upon walls, a yard so close to church: at pain and
graphics, at photos and filmmakers, abandoned, abased, and peering into this
energy daughter: to have for problems, so intimately discouraged, at abysm
indelicacies: so spliced, in-for-out of meters, while phenomenon is
brain-wired: afire an angel, losing innocence, so accursed to dung, fury, and
retaliation: to sense something stressed, to need for electricity, to write and
feel so detached: our lingering audience, this field of passers in solitude,
while sipping for unexplored: so casual with beats, so thrown into cages, while
something wild triggered a psychical energy: to see ourselves, as dead men,
while Love is excruciating: so comely a thought, so gifted a feature, where
Agony approached, made a home, and died come sunrise: this carried body, this
mental catacomb, while mother has become a specter: so there in grays, while
life is so indicative, where tiles are inexplicable: at furious screams, or
furious non-reasonings, so calm, so alert, where something impeccable has
become a ruined imagery: so laden with levity, so lorded upon a rose, while
wrenching welts terrify wakefulness: to lean into it, to become something
terrible, or to feel guilty concerning another person’s actions: such
steepness, such indecision, where reality has become a cruel enigma: at denim
blue tights, as something speaking, while so alone hell is beautiful: so
under-siege, or so sublime, either/or, a soul is failing its presidency.
