at
life’s window, spacy and crooked, abandoned to triumphs. / this minor
situation, this guild of loquats, this ghetto academia. / re-erased,
singing with gourmets, so to California hillsides. / relaxed or dying, arising
or stumbling, while hearing more lately. / this feral being, this calm
musician, this realized poesy. / at prose by graves, at caves by slave
bones, so cold, so ancient, or dying concerns. / to attempt this life, while
cordial in hells, where prison is something aloof. / this hectic situation, our
dreams diminished, our rights as given to masters. / this slave pain, this vivid
mulatto, as nothing to moan for. / while kleptic our nights, or manic those
years, where a psych judged me. / this baboon feeling, as cursed to ride this
train, so insync with a failure’s lot. / but hectic and rising, or dead and reneging,
where courage is a daughter. / our years extended, while hating his guts, but
mother is most responsible. / this living miracle, those bars on heaven, while
reliving this portrait antiquity. / so old to me, to expect luxuries from me,
while poppa and daughter do as they damn well please. / to ask that we totter
less, to request pure obedience, while a sensory is clefted asunder. /but hells
to facts, for such agonize, and more to fictitious rivals. / this world for us,
this diary neat and tucked, while I wrote a clear sentence. / so cursed and
running, so resurrected and rejected, while people are low to fumigated dirt. /
redeemed in Jesus, hating his property, with nerve to point at those
peoples. / raised in hells, rebuked and set loose, so thankful familiarity by
comforts. / but mother this lose, while feeling goodness, for years that plight
and death this chicken. / so afraid to sense you, so determined to ignore you,
for faculties despise us. / this inner pistol, this Los Angeles Law, where deep
regret becomes our ‘norm.’ / as felt to revive, but blockage distressed, to
look forward and see a casket. / our legacies, our voices, while father knew
for uncertainty. / divine disease, divine intervention, where a man might
suffer divine palms. / those bars and bricks, this other sight, where it feels
life to restructure. / a zillion deaths, a trillion reasons, while in thought
it felt normal. / this flexing reality, this shy domain, where Love has ruined
a number into hundreds.
at
the halcyon, located in gravel, eating God’s sandwich. speaking with Jesus, an
old friend, terrorized by glory. our minds in cement, our hearts as abstracts,
this fallacy to adore invisibility. so real to me, so excused in me, and never
a richer faith in me. as adoring Ghost, flippant with tyranny, so rebuilt to
die. our eyes gleaming, our bowels writing scrolls, so close to hating once
again. this treacherous battle, those helium anxieties, our trepidation
inwards. at Athenian clocks, listening to Augustine, feuding and crazed with Gertrude.
too cursed to live, too dead to die, at something he had to lose. if but
clarification, if but his awesomeness, to garner, shield, and become too
indebted. our analogies, our Antioch’s, our Sanhedrin courts—as dying lividness,
or rekindled rage, while nurseries are nudging relaxation. those trying
rock-sands, this inland sacrifice, so meant to lose everything. as their
behavior, but God’s Will, too convinced with silence. our anklet ants, this molehill
with nuggets, those re-ventured to accurse Christ. our devil talk, as never so
vicious, where most people adore logic. so coupled, those few as cousins, while
money has power. our anguish in silk, our Joseph a bigger ground, or so
accustomed to Egyptian cries. at disobedience, pleading Yahweh, and listening
to something too unbelievable. our hitting for targets, our displayed guts,
headed back to Calvary. as it was, it continues to exist, while claiming such
advancement. but hell is talkative, our souls deserve humans, for they love and
adore carefully. if but to insist, if but so drawn indwelling, if but to
re-reason a cup of cold water. our clear disadvantages, our needs outweighing
morals, while looking like submission becomes credentials.
