…cashmere
buttons, intense heat, a washed face: designer jeans, intense tension, a bathed
body: rehearsing adjectives, relocating nouns, so spacial, so effective: at
prima facie, longer legs, a different inheritance, fire and devastation: so
warm, so icy, too vulgar: deliberate hatred, new guts, a rejoiced disposition:
our waves, our oceans, sea-weed as witness: our sea marriage, our Hawaiian
hoodoo, our Africa voodoo: seasoned by deaths, glory and fury, at something too
vulnerable a delicate matrix: running before conception, vying to return,
kleptic and exhausted: such burgundy carpet, such fierce revenge, too special,
too decadent: pudding and cookies, joy and resentment, looking at this unfair
pretense: finding miracle, locating activity, abandoned to adoring blue
weather: so blurred, at rival breakfast, parlaying with envy: so exercised, so
shaved, too clean for evolved creatures: wealthy pain, rich sorrow, amazing
results: reminiscing, so there, albeit, we dine over debates: our wrangled
hearts, our mischief song, at romance, slowly into wrongness, so kissed, so
blessed, as ruining life: this fair catch, so underground, our activities
proving violence: our sad countenance, our rejoicing hearts, so holy, such
madness, at office documents: to roll this road, to bounce this turning lane,
or to exit quickly: such raven honesty, too attractive for death, too gorgeous
for aging: our flights, our guts, pursuing this Good Life: readvising, our
inner tension, while walking through a thousand mirrors: such cashmere, such
popping buttons, such intense heat: asking for soul, receiving mind, so angry,
so furious, at ropes retying our anchor: if but to deaths, if but more greens,
at ham and liquor, if but to relocate this soul: as found right there, sitting
on your settee, resting on your dreams: so seduced, as parts are running, to
make it home missing ingredients: so thought to you, so rebuked by reflection,
to leave town, check in a hospital, and pine like roses for light: so eclipsed,
so astronomical, at art, architecture, and agriculture: our squash, that face,
this immaterial reality…!
…so
long at nothing, so charged by interior, at nonexistent memories: no origin,
without sense, while visiting my pillow: those thighs, those hips, so foreign
to me-taste: our vacuum, this holy disaster, while centuries pass looking
harder: so released, so captured, while never waking up: this walking scream,
this stranger’s traffic, at something we destroy and devastate: this
re-awakening, this second anointing, this third chapter: right there, so close,
those crazy ass lines: so far from God, so close to ether, while so dear to
ethics: this threefold cord, as never abused, where outsiders search for
insistence: at touch and chase, at bone and gristle, or marrow and appetite:
evolved at love, so dear to love, while love is feared and rebuked: our
disastrous bodies, our casual craziness, as rebuilt in minutes: this fair
weather, only as significant as last week: so purchased, so reborn, so
Christian: a zillion dollar charm, a billion dollar reach, or a thousand dollar
condom: so careful, so free, while this prison is familiar: this chess game,
this tetras heart, or this maniacal art: so scarred for passion, so romantic
for purpose, while one starts an engine: speeding through cities, dragging down
backstreets, looking and screaming for essence: bouncing like crazy, breaking
valves, recharging batteries….
Our
deaths are magical, our caves are mythical, our screams are mystical: at
precious lights, at colorful truths, so purposed, so invited, so disgusted: at
mental armoires, at gut credenzas, at trees speaking soil: remeasured or
dismissed, discussed or ignored, vying for entrance: this small circle, this
enlightened horizon, those frantic dolphins: aroused and streaming, existential
and impermanent, while change remains permanent: this flux, this crux, our
dealings in creativity: at calmer days, while forced to adjust, where culprits
seem oblivious.
