Over
yonder. Those lemons speaking. Our pain so visceral. / Jejune enthusiasm.
Broken skies. Attempting to make love. / Revoked and challenged. So hidden. And
torn by waking mirrors. / Our crush on life. Our beloved daughter. Where hate
seems impossible. / Valiant screams. Singed visions. Aloof enough to feel. /
Our cellular heartbeats. Our beeper spirits. Our antidote for everything. /
Such reaching violence. Such ruthless attacks. And rare forgiveness. / This
cave of behaviors. Our mental felonies. Rebuked and dreaming. / Amazed to glee
pain. Amazed to feel joy. Where another child was born. / Stammering over
coffee. Affected by parenthood. So discovered in silence. / Sheer majesty.
Broken ice. And furious palaver. / Mis-reckoned. Those eyes by fear. Unreasoned
and destitute. / Those crafted in-glands. Dalliance so sweet. While laundry is
high. / Ignoring our sentence. Needing newness. If but someone believes. / This
me! This sailing witness; this reliable phantom.
I
sense myself; this mystery re-veiled; this carpet, this glue. Trained to
persist; trained to expect; retrained to perish. Empyreal fevers. As driving
palms. Or an invoice from spirits.
Reluctant
to agree. Fuming in private. While this a seldom fire. / I built a bower. I
sheltered emotion. I watched as wings grew. / This butterflying. This awestruck
sensation. While dreams appear midday. / Our reluctant responses. Our fueled
debilitations. While souls envelope matter. / Too mis-felt. Too beleaguered. Or
so close operations manifest. / This inner chamber. This inner music. This
triumphant trumpet. / Our brains touching. Our minds at sea. Where something
appeals to dynasties. / Trying miscalculations. While fearing responsibility.
Running so fast we trip. / Those ghosts. This inlet reservoir. Those internal
gates. / So opened. So relentless. Our second flood. / As removed in sentience.
Cloaked in remission. While angels take inscriptions.
I’m
casual right now. Seeing faces stream by. Looking at a few. / This glow to
bodies. We call it our auras. While we meet familiar energies. / Some are
foreign. They frighten our sensories. Where some leap first. / Such responses.
Such consequences. Our futures decided in seconds. / Someone adores you.
Someone listens more. Someone is fantastic. / Our memories shortened. Our
adrenaline racing. Our minds conjuring images. / To need sunlight. To admire
concrete. While abstract and writing. / This perdition thing. This interior
jury thing. Our inwards as manifestations. / Gazing at our feet. Ashamed to
look high. Or too close that point. / A child tickling. Ever so innocent. Where
tickles fix ashtrays.
Innuendoes.
Silent rockets. A man forced by secerns. / As possessed too often. Living at
shadow. Aggravated by perception. / Needless we say! This interior furniture.
Reduced to something nonsensical. / Our feelings searching. Looking to exist.
Rereading something critical. / To outgrow comforts. To desire a little rain.
To test what we’ve acquired. / Our sandbags. Our sandcastles. Or those apple
sodas. / Shifting with time. Gawking at presentation. Spellbound by elocution.
/ So seduced by flame. Our souls brought back. Our whispers seeming loudly. /
Our trespasses. Our transgression. Our fool-hearted mistakes. / As mania
creatures. Or by divine inspiration. Either way, a bit too emphatic. / Relating
in sciences. While meta an island. So close to living for moments. / To invoke
a feeling. To evoke a phantom. So closed but open. / Our redeemed adolescence.
Our feared futures. Haunted by pure condition. / Those rising
predicaments. Our rising beliefs. While something gentle is cleaving.
