Saturday, February 29, 2020

Unbroken & Shattered


So lost in you, rethinking or curious, at some typical apex; to adore a feeling, as manic souls, while mother hates me; a man with issues or a friend in me while we suffer innuendos; so determined, this frequent usage, where I could never commit; such science or deaths, such fire or lies, while theology has passed over mystics; this free-spirit, this falling essence, where Love is treacherous; such a spin or such a need to enter covered in molasses.         I met another, such dear abjection, while we adventure to seclude; our befuddled hearts our raining trombone if but to feel like ecstasy; but Love is aggressive and Love is fatal, where to capture Love is a guarantee at survival; so decent in light, or Catwoman at night, while lost or discouraged or too damn proud to relent.                      If terror was illegal, if it abided by rules, while a man is huddled and cringing by imagination; those softer features that softer spirit while so alienated from self; to die with literature or to abolish literature where a soul in undergirded in self; our deep dark respects as deep dark creatures while ecstasy seems late in its discoveries.              I have left for Denver, so absolute in this challenge, while a woman wishes me imprecation; but Love is delicate but Love is crucial or a man is a miscalculation; our last mistake our future responsibilities while after something too complete for existence; our gavels and grains our portraits and pains to shame into life a step away from falling.                     I felt affinity in you I longed to arrive in you but truth to skies I wasn’t prepared to die with you; a soul so often where flies are watching and indeed the fruit is rotten; this Negro inheritance, while inheritance reneges, for there lives a color wheel.             So absurd but Love is trillions to dance where gold is viable; to sense such lasciviousness, as it is tamed by ownership, while a stranger watches and loses insistence; a woman a synonym, a soul as a creation, while dying was quite glorious; this painter of words, this internal locksmith, while Love is too defined to seek broken grammar!   

Time was Brief

    With deeper allure—to ward off ghosts—melancholia is an empire. Such dialogue confuses—: one wrestling despair. It was remote living, in...