but a citizen strung by glass eating off
the stove. our blank ambition hands so cold while Love shredded her garments.
blue-teal eyes or ivory limbs so much a need to be everything. those gifts to
hearts the shackles tasting sweet or the miracle so frozen. as accustomed to
losing or winning vinegar while they desire breakage. the purpose in the
substance those blown apes our gorilla problems. so gorgeous but not enough
while others aren’t even trying. a man to his rib a woman to her cage while
neither understood integrity. the pool is burning the familiar has become a
burden the children are too unfocused. water is running liquor is spilling our
forest seems so dedicated—to deer or meadows interwoven as so dearly explosive.
our battling minds our wilderness melody or intermission choirs. those deadly appendages
our apples so sour as sudden into disappearance; to awaken cut asunder leaking
grapes while wine was salty: the man in the dress the woman in the suit or the
walking camera. to love like losing to plead like God’s closer while begging
was disgraceful. such virgin soil such unclear skies or muddy but beautiful
idealism. our wait to die our wait to live where life is but more waiting.
where Love has a career, a marvelous family, but she rubs naked razors across
her obedience. to hate living while so cursed to live where sudden into a bolt
of happiness. those vacuuming eyes those helicopter instincts or random sex
while away on sabbatical. by soul he laughs it cuts too dearly while he seeks
unsavory episodes; our saga rich humiliation on all fours barking while we
awaken five lives richer. such dreary grasslands or ghosts’ hopes as to return
home sung while desperate to feel hugs. our aches bleeding, where Love asks, “Was
it sweetness or hell?” our paint brushes our sabotages while existence is in
variety. our phallus disposition or our womb ownership where most are disappointed
desperately. those red ants if but to parlay with one where another loses track
to find a bump on her breast. our only one. our devastated beings. where
Love said: “You’re all I ever prayed for.”
