I
flowered by affliction, so under-cursed, so fluorescent; a glistening soul a
frantic preacher while uncouth, uncivilized, or staggering between ethics; this
altercation with this village mirror to presume worth based upon ghetto
inheritance; at roses forthwith, at immediacy as love, while most were hurting
too deeply; so confused to meet you to see such sophistication while sober
enough to discount affinity; so gone into winds, wending this vast platform,
where mathematics are ignored; something dormant, something unconscious, while
something subliminal.
To die in essence to
become manic affectation where bodies clash or collide into freedom panic;
those gut-wars steep in orison while upchucking spirits; those bars in us this
slice of beliefs those pantomime deacons;
but
so fragile or so aloof while fear was admonished;
this rich condition those
postscript notes or this cliff appealing to something destructive; studded with
infatuation but something selfish at times with nothing of value; such cultic
vibrations such aloof frequencies while a woman must survive; indeed, a man
falls for diamonds a woman notices his jewelry but said man is dying in a flush;
such
fever or frail responses while a man is semi-over-there.
Torn
welted fires as one might pledge any-but-everything he can’t give!
I sought solace in a
kingdom I couldn’t preside over. I sought something as miracle, where years
were preparation, to come at one unprepared to meet that requisite. Or by major
negligence, a wistful-wishful inclination, nor were eyes wild with furious
flames; this stream of absences those abstract proclamations or this ghetto
antiphon.
I circle sequoias
hallowed in retrospection or at one wondering but purely on point; this strange
island this unfamiliar terrain so acknowledged but unknowingly:
countenances seeming like
brick but true interior where days are unscheduled for intimacies; our cocoon
passages those wailing but unspoken where a contour screams but is unwilling to
touch;
if but to outsoar
sketches while a first impression is enigmatic insomuch nothing prepares for
those fireballs.
I
look for language to reveal luggage where it has become a nightmare; for people
die daily in this existence but living where mental voltage is haywire. I might
win in instances to lose the grand jury while held as dear for eternity; or a
man meets monthly to sense something declared while one says something
alarming; or our best behaviors projecting nuances for both are hypersensitive:
indeed, fire or water, boiling or simmering, as
beasts made civil.
