Knots & Tug-of-war Ropes

…until fever broke, so liquified, so deeply respectful: alarming sensories, discounted harmonies, at storm, pain, and fallen moon: about an island, triggered for patience, so psychical, so manic: at purpose with destiny, at eager ambition, so split, so devastated, while eating tacos: our bashful brains, our baneful brides, at passion, playtime and perfection: so enveloped, so freedom, at chains and links, and so pathetic: our beige gowns, this leaky faucet, our kettles speaking syllabically: to die forever, to have such misery, while something discourages full breakage: so trapped at ravens, so crow to violence, at terrors about interior behaviors: darkness and lavishness, at God and metal, too influenced to breathe existence: our blood blueness, our charms with surveillance, while a soul inquiries into tomorrow: this filmed maniac, this abuser close those ropes, while Love is easygoing: to purchase chance, to repurchase romance, while hardcore anguish sleeps dormant: this need to write, this shaky enterprise, while something imperfect might prove a masterpiece: at black eyes, at soot feelings, while life in one blackdamp: to hurt his mind, to rejoice for obedience, while a man pulls until he escapes….

It must be you, or it must be me, so insidious, such fireworks, while bodies speak deeper cries: this chimpanzee, as souls vigil, a candle, an incense, a pretty fantasy: as knowing color, our minds impressed upon glass, our realities needing something delicate: to sense you, so at war with me, as to hold, let go, and hold again: so dangerously close, so innocuously close, while true enthrallment is too devastating: as needing perspective, but vying perspective, to desire something too far those edges: too split with waves, so underweight, where souls eat like birds: or luxurious meals, so many calories, and Love is voluptuous: such cold dark fire, such weather for resilience, or such calmness for apes: our minds flowing, but bodies are ruined, where such a chasm doesn’t matter: refilmed at heavens, those celestial wires, while being good misses its space: those raging paw-prints, those gnawing teeth, where Love seemed to plant her flag: as longing towards rightness, while tugged towards leftness, or stuck midstream debating signs.

…tender relocation, eating hunger pangs, while scratchy and distracted: our needs for humans, our paradox for closure, while most lights are open-ended: listening to Hosier, debating messages, fretting a rich division: too purposed to nonsexist, too irregular to sound naïve, and too on point to misunderstand: our chaff winds, our paced grins, where faces seem volatile: those loud rumors, those treacherous behaviors, to sense hunger, to sense dissatisfaction, while roaming endless hours: to freeze, or re-thaw, as bodies roam longer emptiness: so high with life, so low at morning, where typing turns into a meal: such solace in reading, such beauty in miracles, or such glory in honesty: this mathematical sheet, those spreads upon bagels, where chemicals are so priced: our boxes, our dearer luggage, while laundry appears spectacular….

I hold an image, re-gazing time to chimney, at smoke, sparks, and investigation: to adore promise, to need ambition, where something improbable might Einstein us: our latent beginnings, our rustled shrubberies, so close to a mental raccoon: too far to chisel, too close to whistle, at something apparently imperfect: so enthralled by mechanics, too aloof to feelings, while, nonetheless, tugged afar by emotions: at pure blue mazes, to give amazing space, where something normal is soon disturbed: at deep malaise, wondering about offerings, a tear concerned about libations: those midnight feelings, sitting in contemplation, while air seeps through brains: a kleptic art, a killing art, while kept so deep in art.