I would
need you or knead insecurities while bleeding blood clots; those seconds by
curiosity or chaos repentance our speech our features while it was revealed;
the central point was invisible but it made its hammock; such deep deception
such dear drama where life is debt and determination. Our women our drenched politicians, while probed
by unlikely realities; this fitted noun as embodied or oily where flying has
become a curse; as is our minds this
pleat in windows this angst
or anxiety—so liquid where
essence is kneeling so furious a
blessing; to undress a glance
or to receive too much while doors are opening; such a real man this Rake so faceless while under nuclei devastation. Or a decorated
travesty at closed ceilings where Love has lost flesh.
—fierce tyranny
eyes, a glimmer as ankh, reading Shel Silverstein. I peak inside, a sudden
inclination, while features burst free. So paranormal. Such radiant skin. Or an
aura secluded in public. The higher dragon. The selfless snake. Plus, a pentagram.
Pure cosmic fire, to drop in an instance where one is prone to wander—this creek
of frogs those lemurs involved or a newborn monkey; such astrological karma,
or to enter Love, while disgusted by Love; mental e. e. Cummings, or psychic
delusion, so deeply unimpressed. Our Jupiter leaps, as mis-bred Cretans, or so
dearly in-love pain has become normal; this fire for Simone or those hats we
parade while to know the core person is irreversible; tiger stones or Neptune
or depletion— our riveting egos while I must see them but seeing
self is alienation; this frowning
ostrich this vigil
kangaroo while adoring
something in its distinction; those
distinguished few those
sophisticated but human realists; to become our Kalahari or to adore the blue whale into jaguar beauty or leopard instincts or fire.
The jackals
are silent the zebras are
studying and the soul is filled
with rhinos—this hybrid international, this film in dominoes, or rehearsing his
childhood mother; to
come
to you, thrashed or unsighted, and seated to feel those emotions; these secrets we veil, or sporadic
keenness, such nomadic grasshoppers; but
a smile that way or literature this way while
it was thought in private; those
fluttering feathers those
golden catfishes or wheel-spiders
becoming lawyers; so
exiled to disease, so intricate our pursuits, while sentience stands in a sand-river;
those scorpions or those landscapes while so clouded it became easy; our familiar
selves even demented balance or angry enough to make
it work; those lava eyes this
melding pot while dying became normal.
