We
might tolerate godliness, that creature, that ill-gotten theologian; such by
title, to usher in so much, while this soul is mystic; plus, a California
mulatto, a Louisiana runaway, a bit withdrawn at chimes; searching into Egypt
or camouflaging Africa well into debated science. I caught feelings this wind,
I laughed over gin, so certain about uncertainties; such rare souls, such
desperation, be it true or false—they must see perfection; our dear lives our
transgressed sequences where actualities are tossed into trash bins.
Over cacti juice
or tumbleweed liquor so fortunate to meet you; this retreat as intuitive so
cultured we become sickened, or so distinct into battles.
I could if I tried
if more was left to cry but hell to us and more to trust so deeply disguised.
—longing
for freedom while undefined living life languidly; tectonic warfare so many
risks into fate fury or flame; our souls uninterested or soft upon a pillow to
etch out something he said; so amorous those days or so suspicious those
whiskers while art would flit over drinks—
I
could not compare, a man thriving for literature, or a kingdom making its appearance;
those tortoise skies, or maniac souls, where a man just wrecked his guts; but
lizards or iguanas or something reptilian as undercurrent ghosts—a drifting
concentration, or a feudal agenda!
It couldn’t be
released—as for hell to surrendering—for it was too much an insecurity; those time
circuits this reminder circuit if but to care enough to become a grave; that
glorious cadence, this fire our carriage, where life was too inscrutable; our
fifth return, as incarnate rivers, where the ocean is breeding.
It will follow by
flames, those tiles of wilderness or survival of the fittest; by something, if
but to efface, if but to determine another challenge; for fury was scorned, and
heaven kicked out Jesus, where one couldn’t be converted; such encrypts such
flailing and gnawing, or by default to contort our very faces.
It seems
unforgivable this understanding where a person ruins over twenty years; our
depth of malice or this need for eternity to realize an uncanny emotion; or to
look at something hated, while planting despair or to look over and say, I
love you. —too many baggies or too many pints or a person despising
Christ’s intention; as sphinx-chameleons or casual loses while reflection
signifies total annihilation; to adore a lowly man, or to abhor a survivor,
while needing more is universal.
While
fire is enthusiasm or torque is flame so determined to outlive phobias; but
cryptic reading by cryptic design as a soul destined in time.
It
will be with us, as we select a mother, as angels with foresight; the sickness
is genius, the seas overcrowded while a woman is always determined.
