by
catalyst, my Terror, so uninvolved, but affected more than them all. such
Christ in trees such Ghost in winds while it would swoosh toppling over into
guilt. I could die those screams so muffled while I begged into hell for
comfort. to arrive at a doorjamb to scuttle in schizo-mania or to receive love
too overwhelming! I have curled in chains I have lived in livers where ants
build attics. by banshee interrogation our homes by medicants or our media
under surveillance. so close to you, while you despise me but love is given where
butterflies are mourning. by luxuries our deaf-feelers or energies so distorted
to kill a man for becoming his deaths; as creatures so low where lagoons are muddy
or minds are meraki such sullen surreal sun vibes. he was inflective or towers
were absent where a man unveiled his intestines: moaning like miracles faced by
jaws so locked in utter catastrophe; those days at door keys or umbrellas so
unreal while I want but can’t survive. by plangent pelagic puddles, or yelling
yonder by yore, so at terrors feeling completed; our fireboards into freezer
burns, while so many intruders would compliment our life-sample. we drink by
firehose we die by negligence but how much to give a brick wall? such stormy
malaise or mayflies upon Hanh as souls surrounded sunk into breaths; our dear
Morrison our insight into Angelou as we enter America’s Masquerade. My Tender
Amore, I have not forgotten but the clocks are so damn vicious—they spew
afflatus they wink in agony where calligraphy is so damn heinous!
where shall I find
you—in this patch of freesias—where coyotes are looking repentant? a man or
relapse a cage or design while we condemn people for acting naturally. if but a
situation, where it couldn’t be avoided or one must resign to torments! such
dialogue or demons or dread as availing here or prevailing there while life is too
gray to gather leaves. such sound in deliverance such dementia our waves where evil
would sit in anonymity.
