Friday, July 19, 2019

Wife Ecstasy/Man’s Pride


…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….

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