…while
eyes water, such beautiful, terrific, welling tyranny: such tragic turquoise,
so wonderful as humans, such bold, aggressive, and humble creatures: too responsible,
too accountable, dying while sleeping: our aging ethics, our deep remorse,
where most are writing so appealingly: those gray corners, those gray people,
as we pledge to wash our outer cups: this gnat thing, this trifle reality,
where one sentence distresses an entire poem: so much as love, so much as
beauty, or no greater infraction: as older sophistication, running from older
mirrors, while distressed by something making its presence: remarkable
features, tragic reception, or reciprocal sentiments: this endless river, this
submerged ocean, this song so perfect: while many chase, few are chosen, or our
ponds are filled by too many tigers: stay awake, Love, sing like crazy, Love,
while enduring non-conducive criticism: learn to float, while grounded to
instincts, or rehearsing those tragic responses: to give a person fire, to
design a contract, while confronted by something different: our writer
realities, our censored souls, where too much calls for a discussion: our hard
realities, pushed for striving, threshed for insisting upon consciousness: so
fair our closets, so many stones, where this abstract person lives in glass….
We
sense each other, as compelling energies, needing something confirmed: this
track record, this horrific haunted house, while omitting something partisan:
indeed, to analyze those people, or analyzed by those people, where a few have
struggled and passed Existence: our distaste for perfect, while adoring
perfection, so incumbent upon life to spread beauty: such travesty, such
cocaine, such wretched miracles: at patience some orb, or needing homogony, or
perfect a creature understanding Condition: those familiar eyes, so
watchful with patience, so determined to construct, where I desire mere
expertise: motives placed before you, dreams placed in models, as time
struggles against immortality: to suggest honesty, to die in purple, or to
distrust something from over there: so accused of tyranny, such a softer
sentiment, so disgraced by behaviors: this glass-house, this hourglass, or
glasses too muddy to sense clarity: our pillows winking, our floor-zones
laughing, our ceilings speaking gibberish: too suggestable, or too resistant,
while simplicity is masterful: our arcs raging, our dreams racing, our eyes
regurgitating: this inner person, to have possessed so little, to have met our
people: indeed, too presumptuous, too passionate, or, and afraid to admit it, a
bit too pompous.
…unexpected
eyes, suspicious insights, or tomorrow’s characters: running through
perfections, as imperfect miracles, while breath seems determined: listening
with skies, remembering sequences, a bit hurt by something evidential: our
ruined perceptions, our rebuilt conceptions, or furious this scream to rebuild
our sanities: at milestones and curious, at traumas and exploited, at friends
and hesitant: those outstanding feelings, so trusting to receive, so pure with
star-lights: as fretting an emotion, to sense something devastated, while
becoming self-conscious: to censor our behaviors, to regroup our behaviors,
while too afire to rebuke our interiors: driven to carry life, easily offended,
while giving in return: those sightless islands, this treasured feeling,
indeed, a bit angry with imbalance: as flying castles, redeemed with time,
while we mustn’t trespass: an innocent child, an innocent spectrum, at
something becoming our insistence: to live forever, or to die forever,
immortalized in souls: too deep for some, too overt for others, or something
needing explanation: as beating concrete, listening to resistance, while
trudging through marsh: so accustomed to us, so disappointed with chimes, or
pleasant a conversation that stranger: running through emotion, battling
inverted reflection, while losing something peaceful….
