…homogenous
or heterodox or ambivalence…?
This
amble and soil, this mixture of existence, this inscribed glassware; listening
to bass, faced with issues, amazed by neighbors; looking at models, a bit
touchy, to imagine what we chase; gasoline liquor, a defeatist outlook, while
power is given to currency; held so closely, seeing virtual mirrors, so
disguised I forgot my image; once lascivious, once so certain, where age
deteriorates conviction; this city of doubts, those sky-jade antennas, while
Love just played violin; so manufactured, such rich theology, or days avoiding
our inherent childhoods; abusive fires, abusive stepfathers, while mother hobbled
upon crutches; filmed in me, advertised in you, while laughing we feel
convicted; our bandit thrills, those lies in purple, to grip so tightly
something drenched in oils; slippery terrain, alphabetical miseries, or so tragic,
for so long, normality appears abnormal; our kids on powder, our adults on
cocaine, our spectators hands-off; our pantomime voices, our hawking and swooshing
and landing far away; those shoji screens, this joker in its box, or this Daffy
while overly losing; our Anselm, our thoughts no greater, and this is God; so
torn asunder, so threshed for the guillotine, while real and true evidence comes
by experience; but a secret folks: some humans are quite powerful, while this
is what Paul illustrated; this choice in adulthood, this tuxedo narration, or
this pack of magician jackals; those wands, right?—those snakes, right?—so carefree
passing over a deeper secret.
…homogenous
or heterodox or ambivalence…?
Those
triplets, such connection, flushed over internally; zebra majesty, cheetah
glory, running into something familiar; but here’s a curse: so craving those
hedges, redeemed to receive them, while feeling quite uncomfortable; sufficient
grace, this terrible conviction, but Paul lavished God even more; this marital
union, this internal harmonica, while something richer was being discussed; but
burning with lust, or dying with fever, would rather our Love be shadowed? those
treacherous deeds, while arguing with chimpanzees, or negotiating with bonobos;
“However, so intelligent, where loins are cancelled, but, indeed, this is a
miracle, God”; such sporadic attraction, such furious religiosity, while each
person is breaking freedoms.
…homogenous
or heterodox or ambivalence…?
…so
enlove with power, looking at a fair creature, to imagine the size of her arc;
such fluttering feathers, such a dragon’s wings, to rev insanely and fire a
whistle; those lesbian emotions, this series of television exposures, as
trained and mystic or so dynamically Zen; a tamed mind, a radiant
consciousness, a booming presence; our roast with potatoes, our broth with
sodium, or our pecan pie with miracles; grandmother with spirituals, church
with revelation, our worlds giving what we invest; or hectic a soul, unstable a
soul, while people marvel over a Free Spirit; this rule less ambassador, this
me in times, this us screaming about Jesus; those torturous chimes, our
ancestors in Polycarp, our mothers in women those stakes; our modern day
resurrections, our incarnations, our few participators; those sandy-river eyes,
this duel for years, so tenderly dry; so steady with inflection, as meant for
goodness, while rethreaded by tragic experiences; so at internal core, this war
with cries, while lust seems so immediate; this spider ingredient, or those
soothing voices, where hell be good, I must believe!
