I
have silent nature accustomed and dying while recent moons bleed science; to
speak truths, those perspective truths, or alienated, annihilated
at
core depths and blacken north as accused but deadly ruined; a refugee this
country of maniac realities while a nine-year-old is a dozen into murders; this
world so uncultured, this blame so sensitive, while anything is up for
negotiations; indeed, a visible smile so removed
from
its inhabitant
while
a man believes he was felt.
those opened bibles a mad
language where Love is pure enough to become human; this fire-heart those webs
and sunshine those corridors those axes this fever;
so
accursed a living anathema while so blessed
it
has become pleasurable oxymoron; to awaken so close or so dead
needing
forever so lost so understood as underrepresented;
these
violent visions these volume villains so afar at midnight so glued and unclear
our nethermost benefits; those drastic demons
this
demolished appetite so kleptic as gunning through tunnels—if but
that
alley those tubes this arc
at
straws for first place at ribbons but unclean—those tulips for deaths those
daisies for living while never that particular feeling; (so dead in us so alive
to feel dynamite to explode breaking through while it’s been done before; those
greater emotions this impasse while a man must learn to exist; as never caring
for this is math those numeric and indifferent numbers); such sharp anxieties
and vomiting off of feelings while envisioning an appropriate apology—those legs
baffling those arms aesthetic that face ecliptic at dear dreams and confused;
those messages those rites so steep into something ignoring if death came;
parallel
omens this guest in me this house in brains; this little kid and
spoke
his screams in such wine and gas-fumes; those intrinsic attractions while God
lost Eve this music raiding our cedarchests;
such
ruthless apologies at such hope in evolution or so religious afraid of everything.
I
never speak I watch while bodies are limbo—this fool in me this love in you
such radiant futures; to ask a question knowing the answer while angry you told
the truth; spare a man or lose a man or baptize Jesus; rolling fast racing the
freeway and shifting
lanes;
gutted and abused damaged and greedy while
thinking
there’s a good man in me; so convoluted so chaotic and
so
casual; to need that feeling but uninclined to treasure
that
feeling while everything has become a bit naïve; to anger many in this
land
of the few while looking at linguistics; for Love is vivid and
Love
is an animal and Love feels attractive;
our
dying souls, our living aches,
if
but those
years
so threaded by Hangman; too worrisome or
too
wretched while a womb must feel his life.
