Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Otoscope More Ears


So bolted into
        devices
                                our mechanics suffering
from inauthenticity.

The plan was to love you until it stopped hurting.

It occurred like satori, “Those things never change unless…”

—it was clear language such epithet laughter, kids found it hilarious—

I’m waiting on stubborn while afflicted by subtleties: just imagine darkness, those things we never say, maybe more than what we suggest to say; too smart for liking, a legacy in Japan, a woman here in the US. We unhinge skies, those deeper realities, we put it in pills.

It was uncle or aunt or father. It was mother or cousin or niece. Or it was daughter and penchants and neglect.             I would find life so suspicious of its inquiries or dreading the big announcement.

Granny was cooking. We asked why. She said, “You must keep misery full.”

I’m reading her essence or partaking of magic-sorrow or kneading into subsistence or insistence or (Taoist) resistance; a man is never smart, this bag of rabies, while fruitage is perception.  

What luck to have you, one so delicate by liveliness, one hurting to abandon rain; our dry/humid skies, our moist winds, while snow is falling harder this year. Such capes they float while becoming heroes or introduced to penalties;

but Love is nice, to those controlled, where a controller becomes something evil; to hate reflection, to run at random shattering mirrors, while shards chase those chaste closets.

I was reading for crispness. I located polish. I felt each shard churn.

Love would go lower. Love would employ mythologies. There is truth to every spell.

Indeed, a lone watcher, a cartoon character, watching a man screaming, “Jerusalem.”

So raw to have met so indifferent to blacks it was ceremony to a suffering inadequacy; data banks or old memories or margaritas with extra tequila; we would die our feelings, to despise non-familiarity, at mental wakes flooded by fireballs; a grumbling stomach, such fierce nausea, if but he would notice life; arranged like hoodlums, living like dictators, where something filthy hit his church-house; total bleak bandages or a need to resurrect after something south or inherited; life for its rituals, or deliberate disrespect, while we call it confrontational; more time to analyze while one says this, and one says that; our motives so glorious, while it becomes sin, for they took pleasure in administering affliction.                    (Innocence is rarely preserved.)  

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...