I feel
fire as feral flames such forced pheromones; into a galaxy so sweet her touch
so nice her betrayal; for living is ritual and dying is residual at such a low
current; to advance with anxiety to kiss with anguish while most are feeling
guilty; this fool for her this drastic maniac to splice into a thousand pieces;
a sheer daughter so aloof it destroys while most are haunted by twenty years
ago; those things he did those lapses in destiny or this big blue promiscuous
moon; to hate a man for vanity or to distress a man for his resistance into
agonies and giggling; as built for this end if but to relive this embarrassment
while people are asking curious questions; to find this life where errors are
plural while feeling quite vindicated; our running lights, our tender passions,
in such a moment to peer at pure nakedness; those filmy eyes, this topaz derrière,
so forgotten as if we never made love; too patient to succeed too drastic to
have lived and too capable to be in this situation; but God is funny this force
by invisibility where life appears a mess; but tiles are paved and cobblestones
are laid and a man can ignite a universe; those loses seeming so important, but
Love ignores pathos, and Love has no place for me; this lived anxiety this curse
in turquoise while a smile deigned low and kissed a blinded savage; our
intricate ‘transmitters, this legacy I can’t denounce, where over a million
tongues flew but atmospheric; our cries our highs our terrific educational
lows; where mother was freebasing and daddy came to visit and I was
administered an Actifed. If but to live like kingdoms if but to insist like
lies or if conscienceness would take a rest; this winning succession those
souls filled with regrets but Love had agony and aggression; as one hated for
sincerity, while it becomes grim, those things we essence in life; so cursed to
persist or so graphed into agonies where loving purity is every man’s scream.
into
you, dying for closeness in you, or such a babbling nut for you; as gifted
through you or uplifted by you at such curiosity for you; this feeling we
desire this lake filled with fire while something mediocre has an outstanding
personality; our problems in us those few we deny while meditating our
inadequacies for you; to attach dynamite to nibble like crazy to bite, clutch
and detonate—this furious furnace our restrictive antennas so near to batty for
you; those green islands this fragile guest as something visited me; to remote
our controllers or to pensive excitements while a shy man is a winning man; if
but to adore you, or but to explore you, while days are loneness without a
greeting. Our excruciating distance at sky-lakes while rain exercises such
romance; this feeling to perish as resisting life while Love a moment into this
healing.
such
as she disappeared or ran a canyon so coarse a night in burgundy blue; such
mannikin stillness such pantomime confession as something aloof from helium;
our nights devastated our arts bleeding where Love appeared as stressed to
shreds: I love like dying and I fear dying but passion whelms and seas have
paused: this terrible confession this planet so high while men are trying
to un-pave pavement; our destined hearts, our removed inhibitions while we must
first die to grow: If but to exhaust doubt if but to fly freely as creatures
torn by variety.
I must
confess, this sheer anger, with anything claiming more than reality; but life
is panic and hurt is resistance where it might exist: this fragile dilemma this
deliberate exercise so wrapped for satiated and tugging our sun; this radiant
brilliance this conversational skeptic or this outlandish Christian; to live as
existence to sip Coronas or to dare one cigar; as laughing creatures relying
upon instincts to happen upon sheer vulnerability: those jade skies those white
umbrellas—our souls so black we break through.
