Saturday, July 4, 2020

Kids Are At The Aquarium


…but dear Elijah those last seconds so cursed so delivered—a cut in mesquite a blacksmith’s honor while this becomes the great promise: horsehair whips knotted guts so clumped over spurting our blood…. such buttercream skin sun tender avalanches or porcelain afraid to walk home. by toothpaste posters along a footpath so frail so perfect so bashed. upon a dovetail so many metaphors just to assert love; those gravel eyes those hard chins those heroine outlines…     so bathed so beautiful

so knee-deep in game. to hear a doorknob to look yonder upon something too damn uncanny. those feelings as rushed so raw a baby come midday. (it escapes us thus it eludes reason while we perish so swiftly; a mere potbelly-man or her dear comfort, indeed, such terror to patrol those caves: dungeons with demons, atlas axes, or marshweed mire plus manure.) if but to realize deep love to know such sacrifice or to understand those radical exchanges—as a man seeing his rights as to fathom a woman where it couldn’t be so revealing: to gut his mind, so seemingly benign, while
                                                repercussions are malignant to emotion: such an unlocked seatbelt as Camus clashes or rougher pavements gave no mercy! our minds our people such rickety reality; such suffusion or Asians watching while a mestiza composes a letter to such in a scream: our passions, Love, our dearer insanity, while politics are so meaningful to Chicanos. such art wars such lone angels while I pause at a track, kick a rock, or flash to a second where thoughts were immature: something raw something riveting, where a child can’t hear his future! so sour this moment such realism in those rooms while if one more damn office!   

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