I can’t rapture the science. our ears
deafening. our eyes reluctant. (there was music such sweet cadence by
remarkable ear-bites.) such outstanding believers, to wonder about motive,
where one segment runs our country. by nectar rich figs to have loved like
rabbits or to have given dearly by disappointment. our shadowed hearts our
distrust where we must feel good. I looked for consistencies. I gathered the
fragments. I determined the best for this culture. indeed. I heard a woman.
such elegance such articulation where Love is ivy league. it was quick
deciphering it was our nightmare where we must address white males. (by
mentality. by age. or better, by orientation.) our minds racing. our politics
imploding. our petals or camps or mega-conventions. to have adored another
person, while wrestling with social silence, where we can’t intrude but you are
relegated to disdain. our dear Americas our flowering red-hot icicles while we
laugh light-heatedly. I couldn’t depict greater ignorance, so many bloopers, as
to berate media with such raging vehemence. where the rich are churning, for aristocracy
is concerned with behavior, while they overlook something unqualified. we
escape into souls we love like sugarcane we attempt to believe in something.
such responsibility such heart-fever where adoring life becomes its challenge.
the patio by whispers, the tales by disgust, where one stands there feeling
ill-equipped. our inadequacies, as becoming hostilities, while one points at
every person in the crowd. as spoken to like dung, where one demands respect, or
to do some off-colored behaviors. it doesn’t matter, for this is life, most
make excuses for people we admire. but Love is intelligent, those eyes are built
fires, while personality was so assaulted. as heard in poets, this flame it sears,
“We need them to speak plainly.” where mothers are informed or fathers are
understanding while so much is dependent upon culture. to persuade gently, or
to disregard entirely, while many turned eighteen last year: those voting
machines, those feral agents, becoming involved in tradition.
