the skein of destruction those eyes they
terrify me. they speak of addiction, molestation, or sheer panic-thoughts. I rewind
so gulfed or whelmed while facing machines. our deep bleakness our mother’s worlds
or seduced by unsophisticated crow-lighted curtains. the pitch-fork is speaking
the tombs are out back such beleaguered bands in our country. sure seduction as
never by channels if but such nectar to voltage those deaths those bodies while
a man unhinged his spine—the whole length while I was beckoned as to receive his
courage. (I speak tendons in brains where mother printed sure liability—the fretted
fracture those feline feelings if but catacombs to his bedroom.) such miracle
disasters so mystic in annihilation while I can’t fathom your midnight. to develop
by thoughts such psychosomatic ailments while brains are bracelets or media or
screaming asylums—to fret normality to argue a good person or to hate
confidence.
to
bathe illness to straightjacket dis-control or drill a hole in one’s
dissociated skull. I tasted grass. I held a puppy. I imagined curses or floors
leading to dungeons. I envisioned an attic so crammed it squeaked those
promises, Jesus, those dear windows, while a man ate in tears. the passion,
Precious, so denied, Precious, while parents are sewn into flippancies. I see
weedy tumbles, I hear prided seas, I stumble too relieved to cedar pain. those
breaths such vinegar death as flying was unhealthy. the room so nasty the
sheets so clean those familiar dis-indications. (we ate ash or skeleton bones
thrown while granny made deep threats. I flit or flip so destitute looking this
imperfection: those dreaded books, the pyre pile, so foul or frowned into
feeling good. to desire dragon-beasts, to feel gravel with politics, while it
becomes positive to be moved. Love at tides such a bathing-suit where a man realized
he might lose.) a wooden fever an ear-line anomaly or reading so far into
invisibility: such by realms, to conjure up a jinx, while I pause to exhaust an
inclination. (to await the interior arête or to refilter our septic tanks as
men, women, or children!)
