so
baptized upon bedsheets or polyester as acrylic souls so painted the death
where milk is honey. to kick a bowl to unbend a spoon while these are our
utensils: those scraps those leases while we seem to feel complete. so
headfirst, indeed, into wheels, while spinning with Ezekiel. as lopsided
thinkers or drinkers by a curse or eyes glossy, red heavers! I was eating
seaweed. I was abandoned in fields. where Love knew for broken & said too
little! such a backdrop those miles as skipping such elation; those cavalier
negotiations, a man accused, was its treason or espionage? those seams so casual
while mice tiptoe wires in such to avoid voltage. a feather, God, a mystic, God,
while so damn close, God! a woman those cries as never uttered while spirit was
screaming & sputtering—so needy such an umbilical cord, while a son
asserted his independence. but a handsaw or sawdust so relaxed to walk away:
but truth to life, as never to hate, but simply put, “I understand, I retreat,
& may Reality be gentle with us!”
so regathered so many baskets while, in fact, we came to eat. or such
riches as walking graveyards, if but to pause at a tomb; a catacomb brain or
leaving behind those dreams, where a man outlives childhood: not merely by
growth, but more by Intelligence, where one hugs mother, turns away,
such tears by destiny! to hear murmurs, to mangle hope, while mother is always
there: so never die, never give up, just adore like heaven! such maudlin weeping
so mawkish we behave where mind becomes its chauffeur.
