the tone is itty bitty the art is acoustic
the piano is whining. I violin to you so estranged from you where people crowd
the pond. so much to adore you while sensing indelicacies or hyperactivity—the current
swooping those vibrations torn at rivers augmenting fears. our cities dying our
countries unsafe where colors are iridescent. those opaque quivers the psyche
funning while daughters aren’t laughing. those gods in us those goddesses in
you while you glow like devastation—the awesome eyes the cursed foot as one
would cleave to an image; so made by perception, so reviewed by brains or
something as it was subliminal. I would need you in serenity I would leave you
in dis-sobriety or return filthy about my loins. something in there so unfaced
in there while tossing little arrows in there. the voice he might hear the
consideration those hours while I wonder about your ways. the hall unfolding
the door closing the spirits knocking. to strum harshly a cacophony of screams
while symphonies are reknitting invisibility: those tribes in us if unlocked in
us where many are caging anything that hasn’t given its notice. wispy whisky
hairs such dark disparity while deluxe pain becomes satirical: the oxygen in
dreams its delivered bones while hopes are made of cartilage. both reservoirs as
so desperate-enlove where often the tides rush our living quarters: the baffled
ceiling the addled chandelier or the detective tuffet. during rough exterior or
empirical I knows where peace is kept where minds are now posting ‘for
service’ signs.
I
would (of course) come Ill-status with miracles foreshadowed: the umbra
bleeding into dirt or concrete where angels would unknit certainty. such
delight in cleanness as to seek something established while this becomes
critical from one that was chasing leprechauns. but sighted in a far window,
somewhere un-threshing me where life was moving in reverse: the naked palm, the
walking rib or trials unvetted while darkness, nonetheless. uncaged xylophones
unsung fires, while reaching so into self in order to un-explore a palatial
nightmare.
