…softer
elements, sensual behavior, a sassy dialogue: earlier those cries, spent by
pictures, enlove with daylight: swollen pride, sensitive instincts, and deep
violet emotion: to die in essence, reborn at lusts, and filled by
concupiscence: so edified, so christic, needing our last meals: tremors and
darkness, awe and remorse, sudden shakes and diamonds: infused and lunatic,
refrained and priestly, at bishop thoughts: a master-slave, a free-prisoner, at
something cringing: to ache those cavities, to bend, tug, and yank: as one
deceased, bare naked and resurrected: those concert eyes, those concerto ears,
at opera, mayhem, and destiny: so enlove with Agony, so rebuked by Agony,
fleece, margins and gin upon Agony: so battled, so encouraged, while watching
something indecent: casual dysfunction, casual indifference, a casual
monster—as limn and lamp, as whirlwind and trespass, so at patience, while
crazed and imposing: our filthy cleanness, our hatred love, our days, times and
dates….
…woodblock
promises, ecstasy hopes, while Love aches to break freedom: a wild legend, a
company voice, so business, so crossed, so terminal: to picklock love, at
temple and anguish, so absent at those moments: to reappear, as sudden a
memoir, stuffing socks with year aged cigars: an internal creek, a walking
bible, at zenic novelty: to hear silence, a thump upon sundown, a cry come
sunrise: morning, evening, or bloody nightsong: at remorse for freedom, such
distorted insistence, where a man dies for getting lost: so far away, such
depleted amore, as one hates both bone and guts: once so intimate, those things
adults cry, while nothing seemed so private: speaking in twigs, wood-window
witnesses, ceilings ravished by sights: an outer hymn, a humming closet, or
wood-panels screaming at reality: lost in you, addicted to essence, or holding
while losing, and seeming ridiculous: a man on top, is a craved man, while
rubies and jewels speak his favor: but a man falling, is a man let loose, while
Agony cringes and cries and breaks freedom: lithic rites, antagonistic raging,
too inclined to sing…!
…such
wonderful wiles, such wicked holiness, so hounded, so gray, at torture,
ambition, and affliction: our footlight prints, our soul-stressors, at blue
blazing brilliance: to resuscitate, to return, to come to existence: remorse or
drama; I’m alive or guilty; while many haven’t felt those terrors: sweet Agony,
sweeter Anguish, at love, destiny, and ware-cares: desired or discarded, this
vicious cycle, this dreary moon eclipse: such by trauma, to love and ache, to
go too far—at broken existence, rebuilt in agonies, churning shards, glass, and
fire: so incredible, such touch to marrow, such refaced antennas: those
Corvette arteries, those engine lungs, so deep, so official, so appalling, at
such deliverance: as sought late nights, as found in-between hustles, at brains,
and shivers, or Eckhart’s spirit: those films, as replayed in prescient suns, so
vatic, so concerned, at Love rivaling her last kingship: indeed, or
forthcoming, at sky-tender brains: so infused, at such an effusion, while
nibbling butterscotch: such sweet essence, such taste to soul, as rebuilt but
suffering: our night-pressure, our star-weather, our luxury, ice, tears and
fever…!
…we
exchange vows, some so sweet, as we die to exist: meandering cruxes, fleeing
thumps, as communication strikes resistance: so competitive, a man so
fortunate, swerving caricatures and laughing into cartoons: damn near
kidnapped, by such wrenching beauty, abused and scarlet appetites: at deep dark
browns, at celestial panic, so re-curved, racing through dreams, and Elijah
came to visit: murky clarity, spacial excitement, attempting to redeem a
nomadic queen: as given to cinemas, as exposed to fury, while lunar rays became
triumphant behaviors….
