to see what we believe,
tears with rage, crumbling to floor pangs—such money such rage where two might
disagree; to have died in acts, to have damage to taste, where modalities rush
in opposites; to need enough or to need more our stomachs bubbling unto vomit—our
nerves cursed, those screeching ceilings, while seated safely. to reknit
beginnings to desire purity such hampered romance, for patience is anger, as to
see lips, if to imagine cultures where it’s condoned. some type of wedgewood,
some dear dogma, while two need rules they can’t attest to; by argent souls by
rabid insanity it hurts where two are engrossed—our lies our exaggeration our
fetching ugliness; such dulcet cries as tugging a soul to wonder, if it was
enough! such brooding glamour such love renegotiated while a man sees his
delight. by deep devastation by welcome mat if but to have clearance after
cleansing. too crazed too bizarre while we believe we deserve certain rules. (I
walk into skies so born-again winking at ghosts—such reestablishment such
adoration where one is new such purity. to capture pictures to smile
overwhelmingly or to gaze into some roaring future. such liveliness such
grandeur where a woman might commit to instability. such dispute for us such
rivers to seas where we love passion—by grip of its thigh by sudden to its
calve where most everyone is watching: as vulgarities such laughter or so
serious by sternness. such flexible reliability such segue while a child might
increase us—by borne feelings by airwaves glowing such old, sour debris. a bit
of luggage or secluded names attached to emotion-particles. a bit racy a bit crucial
where one is sorry for others.)
so much to disappear such deepness while shallow or
such heights as lows—those bargains or unspoken loudness where a person is
incapable; a closet omen a shift in regards where it’s so silent it becomes
moving—by habits of their skies by omission of its origin where doubts are
curious for years. to feel bathed or so washed in diamonds while something
becomes its audience.