inmost
opulent pains or inmost converted traumas as souls steep in our sanitariums; to
explore roses where sunshine is gunning at blue lakes our crossed futures;
those energies bleeding their trajectories haywire as if pinched by an infant
scorpion; (so adored in dungeons so rich in isolation such an inviting and
resistant soul-womb; those phantom lips those phantom cries while dead a
smidgen reading Jazz; our cultured and cultivated smiles, our discredits
in blood, our quiescent sorrows; as needing you once more if but to use you
once more while used nearly grayly and sipping anesthesia; as narcissus
soul-caves or regular losers as to wander winning and wiggling; this burgundy anchor
those turquoise angels or those sweet but delicate emotions; aesthetics and
rum or genetics and cages where something agues for anonymity; such a needed
invisibility as splayed in shadows agreed to or ignored in trenchant force;
those hips laugh softly this normality seems over-exhausted and Love just lost
her opportunity; our wailing whales our greater American literature while so
tragic so cursed and grand dissonance). I had misery in its bottle prior to
needing motivation if but to attempt this malady; our purposed dreams where
eyes linger and wander and ghosts engage this furious creature; unknown by this
mirror or intimate with a false impression where both are selling molasses;
this syrupy thick abrasion those radiant sparkles as made for flies and deaths
and love so destitute; but miracle cards as coming into existence those years
so wrought by alabaster but clarity; an inrush of this passion an inrush of
those films refueled refurbished or reframed; our great joyous misery our songs
so acapella at majesty in hells; again, so cursed, while love is bodies, to
greet so low falling into sky-dungeons; those red ribbons those blue symbols as
accustomed to making raw nightmares.
selfhood
silence abandoned and aborted so lost we feel as if located—those beige
feelings those mahogany women of sophistication as hard to demonstrate; but a
person’s mind embodying such miracle as dignified creatures; to hate with sheer
honesty or to love by sheer hatred so cured in something becoming too vile;
this bile and banishment, this rich and exhausted irony while more was given to
something despicable; our years rolling down hills our hikes those spikes of
freedom to arrive too late for baptism; such nondescription, such ineffable
agony, while a man is woman in his struggle; our pure identities our purer
acclimations but a blanket and padded pillow and dreams; so invested in our
animals, such academic ingredients, where reality becomes artifice; this great
hand as it comes from afar and seated next to Belteshazzar; this cryptic thing
this rage in fears to stand while trembling and something leaping facially;
those furious features as never he played fairly where she induced something
awaiting to hear crazed tales; indeed, to know its realness, to provoke its
manifest, while noting something bizarre; but a man panics a man sees visions
and a man loses pieces each second!
so accursed
in you and so blessed in you where reality was on sabbatical; courage took a
nap our souls were on hiatus and God was taking internal notes; so far but too
close or so afraid while filled with bravery; our cobwebs, our casual flowers,
our mental and existential cacophonies; as crucial creatures so convinced to
upchuck the ghost while rearranged and dying to appease; this fairer damsel
those fairer ankles as anklets grip grapple and generate; such accused agonies,
such sweet and pure confusion while alive angled and aggravated—those social
rites given to perish if but to avail—as paradise is ungentle and hell is
accommodating while Love is steep aggression; or beauty with misery as never a
deeper valley in purity and death and gore.
