what
purpose those grins, what den this passion, biblic heat, holy dynasty, masked
and unfettered; to spin in helium so drowned in compassion as loosed and
freefalling—those gas-like creatures, slithering in tyrannies, at colors
spatial for dreams; those fields of hibiscus, those harping gophers, while knowing
for pain and somber gazes; our heinous arcs, our crazed needs, while confirming
our controlling agents; so battled and miscalculated, so cordial faced by
irony, at a silhouette deep in converse—as maniac experience, gripped and
released, while given so less than a damn; manipulating our deception,
encouraged to sin and die and ask for demons—those grassy brown stems, those
high oaks watching, this bulwark reneging as if for testing—to rely as alive,
to fret danger, as cursed so abandoned where rivers become so dry; trekking
ocean grooves as spaced for damaged and looking where Jesu slept; as never a
question, enveloped in you, pure exception to adore you, so cursed about this
faith in you; those days flickering blue heat, or redressing a fatal grin as
sought but perfect this cheating rose; so offended in melanin, so warlike and bellicose,
at foreign reigns splayed so asunder—to kiss a bee those webs this python-spider—as
cured in seconds becoming something radicalized while gifted to sustain heart thunder;
nor did I love vainly or nor did I love excitedly for sewn in mud or knitted is
chemistry while thought too imperfect; this red sky, those blatant damages,
this fuel sprayed for survival; our dripping personalities, our blood black
brilliance, so accursed for falling for your literature; this late reasoning,
this illogical logic, those oxymorons spurting a chasm this fission of red
lights this permanence is liquids or this late parachute; those boxes there,
our brains there, our talkative synaptic gaps; so close to re-fixed, pausing
for rejuvenation, as never such a wonderful person—to adore like Magdalene, to
fall demonized pressures, or linage so genetic its hidden—those wild waves
those warring cries, such as chaos, confusion and causation—to outlive a son,
to hold tightly to a daughter, where unsaid misery has become clinical; that
damn gopher, those lost carrots, while a gopher becomes a deep intrigue.
classic
music, iron green wine, elegance and soothing pains; deep inconsistencies or
total forgiveness while moonlight holds a grudge; a secret in petals a begging
and groveling prayer—to ache in heaven, needing a body, so incorporeal—this metaphysic
as abused, an inner gallery of souls, while plastered upon invisible walls;
this death, Jesus, those bars, Brains, as aloof to anything speaking defeat;
this theologian, this filmed maniac, as accursed deflated or so high humility
is forewarning; telepathic communion, this woman I feel, too mature to sense
those daisies—as cursed by God, this Ghetto, California, or this Beverly Hills,
Ghetto; sung and left to fight, given more than average, so akin to ruins;
forced to defend, this panic in groans, while Love just spoke her guts: I must
contend, this inner oracle, it’s a miracle to live; our color, so ancient, our
values so entrenched; at bittersweet notes, at nightmare grins, so fused to
adore more than sights; this sophic fury, this science in blood, while
recreated and sent to hell.
brochure
eyes, so delicate in me, so close its death to renege in me; thunderbolts as vajrayana,
Sophia or deaths, while something shifts galaxies; this sudden
appreciation, those silent years, while God was dying; impulsive and sick, rich
with infusion, while a lady had her minister; at blue blank banishments, this
interior kingdom, this blackdamp lagoon—those Chinese eyes, while Love was too pretty
to renege; at casual aches, to Love with fliers, for too much means renege;
this life in souls so sanctified while eyes spoke a million lights; to sing
this way, as sung this way, or erased while particles came to life and laughed
at our intentions.
