Pure
detriment. Relocating brains. A man laughing. / Such hatred. Feeling required.
If but those roses. / A cup of coffee. An innuendo. And a wire giggling. / Such
furious drama. While attempting revolution. Where one is sunbaked. / Searching
dictionaries. Looking for a name. Too forked to incite. / Works recited. Pains
enveloped. Away with you! / (Such sickness. Our needs as mud. While so close
our deserted cries. / As lethal infectants. Used by rawness. Forging our
eternities. / So ecliptic. Such roaring profanity. While holding life captive;
for others see, they know snakebites, and Love is suffering eyes.). / Anything
touched. Is everything ruined. While badmouthing Wisdom. / Our clocks
refocused. Our deep requirement; for Love must be sophisticated. / If but to
avenge. This laughing leprechaun. Or to harness this ocean dragon. / Too many
sounds. This attic eraser. Where pure sensation becomes vomit. / To feel you.
To utter an emotion. To know this fevered Ghost. / A stolen cigar. A friendly
disposition. Where Love went crazy. / (I must confess—that if you talk—I’ll
adore you). / This need in humans. To confess our guts. If but to hear
absolution. / As striving cards. This soil vignette—if but a knowledgeable
furnace. / As admitted: this resistant charge; but hell was grace. / Pruning
this island. Declining this pedestal. So low it hurts to slither. / But over
there—those caves—this educated encyclopedia. / Those women physicians. Those
women physics: Or those innate mystics. / So alive in newness. As failing
longevity. Addicted to those weeks. / Another and livid. A lustrous scar. While
permanence is unachievable. / Our haven stung: Our hellish excuses: Where we
jargon our remedies. / Such filth. So disgusting. Where one may believe
anything—those tragic lies, our resentful partners, where another spoke
everything. / This failing theologian. This comfort in utter destruction. While
another has bodily. / This split in castles. This crevice in walls. Where a
woman raves against systems. / Our maniac poets. This shivering priest. So
addicted to a glorious creature. / Those years at studies. This gaze at courts.
So mis-appreciated.
Get
redressed. Find sophistication. Become something irremovable. / Fly us kites.
Dangling and laughing and becoming something. / Revive a feeling. Become squirrely.
Move a little! / Those pirate women. This filmed existence. Become gentility. /
As not to pigeonhole. But more a need. While we crave niceness. / So seated. So
disastrously neat. While closets leak to brain-works. / Those balm lies. This
watching spirit. Where two are in Lala Land. / His deep pride. His laughing
heart: As never a mother with wings. / Such desecration. Malcolm meant so
little. If but that new car. / This unsuspecting dove. The slave to appetites.
While a man needs Sophia. / Our learned creations. Our bluebird nights. While
never a touch meant so little. / Those moving birthmarks. This incredible
sensory. But I’ve tired of going there. / An aster funeral. An Amore
resurrection. While father has been disgraceful. / As told-anything. To something
so simple. And simply asked: Would you like me now: —But gone to deaths—and
enduring life, so easy to degrade a best-friend. / Our musical fleeing(s). Our
baptized endeavors—so sweet, so delectable. And I pined for majestic
endlessness! / Those sordid liaisons. These malignant boundaries. Our spiritual
lawsuits. / To die for right woman. To need right woman. To become a right
woman. / As it kills tolerance. To need a certain right life. While needing
desirability. / Our plants with incense. Our struggle with false hopes. While
it matters so little; for Love is smitten, and Love needs anger, where pure
aggression is construed as passion. / A few requirements. For a smaller
brain—or life to new science. / Our pavement palms. Our easier friends. Where a
man is always at our shadow. / Pretending his life. Angry she called him me.
Messing with an adult fledgling!
