Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Behavior Ghosts & Unrest


I was small in you, but a first gaze, and playing piano—those amaranth smiles those Arcadian roots while thoughts whittled a cypress tree; too confused to speak, or too much a shadow to dance, walking or stalking hallway doors.

It would be this time so bogged by introductions where it looks different than it sounds; this gray apartment this rusty pipe of cooking with reused lard.

A younger person looking like father by a woman escaping whoredom; so many gates in this closet so much horror yet to come while a five-year-old is bathing in whispers; no play for chimes or elephants waltzing while bears would chatter some jingle.

I would take to differentials this mathematic inevitability where if it looks different it must be better;
the sound of strange voices this particular bounce while traffic was all-night fever; this gift while unsighted or this promise churned coldness into a room made solace.

Days would pass while gawking at windows or polishing furniture; Cinderella would enter all published in pink and speaking kinder than God.

Upon a lace-leaf or pictured in a fairy-tale those wings so gentle they hurt.

Those lilac eyes those dusty beige ceilings those smoky walls—this living-room fog such scorpion genetics while floating through blackdamp; pure undertow or a palm of silt so encouraged to defeat coyotes; this infant to worlds this kernel in granny upon a black fate.

Mahogany floors and threads or beads accustomed to plywood prayers—this orison balcony this snapdragon pain as such a dragging and babbling magnolia; those concert, motherly, tender, encased eyes—as seen so early before disappearing.

Such torn pressure this tile would scream or quicker snapshots; as flashes become vocal as design implodes those conduits or pristine miseries; to again those concerns while many might ask but none knew by remedy—this piercing crane this cultic anchor while so forced to refrain where others dance.

I craved for elixir so prior to reasoning where instincts suggest something is askew; but a steak with rice in a lonely room this table as witness; those soundless ripples to know more by absence or adorned by addict acrylics; those mental matinees those paths to instability while something tragic becomes the ‘norm’; mood-swing keyboards or self-centered demands where a child adores with fervor; pulled in further, such remarkable laughter, while many are unsolicited freedom; by courage to voice life or unheard upon railways or lost in terrifying tunnels; so stunned by behavior, until it seems appropriate, where others appear abnormal.

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