sore
stress strings! for stress is sorrow. we
take our stages.
it
serenades. it is creation. our hearts pump.
our trembles
flame! we get theatrics. we pleasure
theatrics.
we have met soon. linguistic icicles.
often
with ribbons. or delicate meanness. I’ve
unclothed.
you
resemble veils. I diagnose rites, some hubris in me,
a
man watching patterns. we sit we gaze,
puffing mint cigars.
it
happens. we descend. a stage becomes tavern. we’re
invited
to be nice. your eyes, they speak survival.
they are
anti-sainthood.
our souls, they ache for rights.
something
is demonstrated. songbirds are
sullen.
silence
is observation. loudness echoes.
we’re
not at love, but renewed, while galaxies wither.
social
violins. uncaged adolescence. life given
to decode fire!
