…love
seems miraculous, while war appears normal, baked into existence: so indebted,
or so reluctant, at something becoming terrible: those crooked sincerities,
those crumbling whole stickers, our tenses, our realities, our broken fevers:
so dear to me, such a raspy character, such a newborn theorem: agonizing over
petals, plucking a zillion leaves, so beyond our space: by creepy smog, by
foggy rivers, so flawed, so free, such movement: pavement pictures, camera
skies, or pure conspiracy: those wending breezes, this zephyr curse, so abused
to it, so aroused to it: pure anguished regret, to have given existence, to
have received mire, sediments and backlash: those frantic misusers, while
disgrace makes its tender, so rebuked, so sentenced, aching in turquoise
portraits: such jaded tomorrows, accustomed to raving, so tugged, so pulled,
and nothing to fruition: dusky ponds, talkative algae, lenient macaques: born
to concrete, raised in concrete, while behavior was abstract and dismissive:
such clumsy feelings, such bias intelligence, where love appears as something
relative….
…groveling
gravel, restricted access, at societal rules: but a roadmap, our traveling
sanity, our homesick mothers: to agree with hell, to cater to hell, while
seeing how hell has devastated: those similar situations, those dissimilar
persons, where the static element is you…but life is purple, or cyan, or pearly
rubescent: so singular our rain, so chained our determining lights, so enthused
by persistence: this alley of vines, this vineyard of beginnings, so afar
wrestling with behaviors: too gifted to see, too charmed to listen, or too
eager to sustain victory: as little kids, making mud-pies, we lived our
oblivion: still with adulthood, looking at something comatose, or listening to
walls murmur: samurai senses, wild analogies, welted wilderness and song: as
ruined for badness, lurching towards sin, where something was divided into
goodness: our privacy harassed, our embarrassed ghosts, where existence
appeared standardized….
I
feel groggy, anxious, an earthquake: diligent in this, pillars for this,
re-found, replanted, tiptoeing gravity: such yoke and concern, those
courtyards, a mere circuit: somewhere alone, this familiar energy, silent, sunk
in darkness, smoldering with pressure: our printed ambition, to love most while
insecure, to die most while acting as if: not ever that second, to feel with
pride, this endless disaster: our lakes fretted, such garbage and light, while
sensing something electric: luminous sages, overwhelmed humans, encased by
karma: mandolin temptation, to lose something shared, while holding to a feeble
inclination: courage and bone, to have destroyed so much, while countenance
appears moist with deteriorating glitter: such mountainous glaciers, such
peddling pride, where our bodies are detached.
…so
damned by it, as if an unrated creature, while souls parlay: never a love with
life, but indifferent with light, where everything is casual: champagne
castles, curious captures, pirates, predators, and performance: so damned by
it, while hunting this forest, so flung, so purchased: by tender love, such
sweet feelings, but unactual reality: arithmetic cadence, broccoli energy, and
homesick masquerades: unveiled those days, re-masked these flowers, nosing
around in pollen: so much to adore, accompanied by so much to loathe, where a
package deal accepts foibles: so destined to breathe, such blood diamond cells,
while afraid to enter emerald eyes: those schemes, those paraphrased
sentiments, so agile, so consumed: flat at times, but disturbed by flatness,
while pacing feeling totally disconnected: this stranger I see, this stranger I
live, so analytical, so decisive, but merely a living/mental collage….
