…early
rumblings, disgruntle thoughts, while this couldn’t be living: survival
marathons, executed pigeons, at super padlocks: to adore like penguins, to feud
reality, to panic so much enduring something natural: so many wizards, to
possess what is loved, while lizards dance or sit stillness: ache-bugs, insect wisdom,
even snow-mites: while petting snakes, bitten but surprised, venom flooding his
system: nostrils dripping, thirty minutes to heaven, a shot slamming into bone:
so intractable, petting this snake, our second operation: a goblet of rage, a
cup of terrors, so vacant, so raptured, so into something new….
We
fiddle gray skies, counting centipedes, fumbling, weaning, coming to infant
terminology: so allergic to truths, so pensive and crying, curled into a
fireball: at something terrific, even driving literature, as needing a
particular appreciation: but Love is angst, while Love is determined, where
Love has passion: machine pressure, pure animation, our minds as ravenous
wolves: our cheery appetites, or phlegmatic joys, such socket wire, such deep
alienation: occasioned to live, as never a stronger wind, accursed to love,
live, and lose.
…those
days we sat, alert to disharmony, while making sentiments: orange leaves, brown
green grasshoppers, affection or placation: needing exhilaration, something to
kill us, if but more this interrogation: while needing Mulberry, if but those
eyes, if but this feeling: while waves shift—our compartmentalized behaviors,
where it’s alright if desolate: indeed, Nightmare, while feeling old, while
losing elasticity: those plastic smiles, those plastered grins, while gravity
is offensive: a pet tarantula, those tanking webs, so powered to escape: this
laughing chill, so destined, so inflated—as eyes are numbered, a reputation was
born, a man is foolish: narrated nihilism, this nation of coyotes, so clever,
so radical, so caught….
Our
plants giggle, our beds cringe, our sheets are moist: so great our desire, to
have a crazed woman, so gorgeous, so illustrative, so addicted to us: a body of
petals, a waist born burgundy, if only sex carried indebtedness: so afraid to
breathe, so consumed with majesty, so tugged, so elevated, and radiant
euphoria: those solvent eyes, cleansing our doubts, so rinsed, so baptized, so
ecliptic: soft spoken fireworks, unchaperoned emotion, so tragic, so
encountered, our bodies slowly destroyed: such residue, such orca channels,
arranged in sheer intangibility.
Tigers
are watchful, cubs are at play, and some are wildly at love: snails are near
grass, rabbits are sitting stillness, and skunks are spraying trees: bull ants
are marching, those eyes are trickling, our understanding is tested: dragons
are afloat, monkeys hang highness, where tomorrow seems uninteresting: feral
cats harass dingoes, those legs wiggle, our guts suffer from laughter:
prehistoric feelings, besprinkled dreams, at genetic skylines: quartet hearts,
sound-blasting emotions, such tactic, such sacrifice.
…never
so closer, never so intolerant, where reasoning is off-balance: to imagine joy,
used, misused, and using: so grabbed, so electric, so purposed: to have this
feature, embedded in roots, while one taps into waters: temporal gazes,
titillating sensations, a bit indebted to women: our incredible famine, to
witness survival, to determine character: eating shewbread, sipping our
screams, aloof to the feeling of nets: cyanine poetry, austere mannikins, while
life becomes deciduous: incessant passion, forgiving disinterests, while dying
to adore you….
