I
retain self, an electric adventure, prone to snakes or venom or hurt feelings.
it never ends, this gift for humiliation, while one is stone or steel or
sidings. the house is poignant the tides are vacuums or danger has become
natural; our valiant minds our duress or traumas if but to meet somewhere along
a line; Love is mesmerizing, Love is critical, or Love is vanishing. (it was
haven arcs those years) or painted skies where Anger was fierce by deliverance;
our lullabies our caricatures or so close it aches to smell lessons; this feud
in us, to get so passionate about us, while I see such a character flaw; is it
me, or them, or us? bass blatant blasts, fury furnace friction, after angst
anxiety and air; so gone with time, such grandfather cigars, such granny roasts—or
mother at a keyboard, so polite and diligent, while she measures a little sugar
to her daughters; those running miles this million man treasury or so sympathetic
it’s hard to catch a breath. I retain self, this most difficult task, while targeted
for deaths for kindness; those brutal eyes those hurt indexes as something we
hide while we wage wars; the broom for carpet, the duster for windowpanes, our
inaccurate rulers for human behavior. to die about you, to dredge up ghosts in
you, if but so near I can taste the resonance in you.
