I
see poetry—in some creature, it’s easy to die for you. such bounty as so high—our
world searches for you. by halleluiah some scream by technique some
dream while unknitted for you. some fluke accident some anvil in science or
some freckle in a child. to have gloom or morose visions, some impossible to
remember. by gifts or planets or raspberries; where nights simmer in
constellations while days seem like they moved. opalescent colors, jasmine
scents, by determined breath. as imagining requirements while lust is
requirement so shocked to learn about ones we love. somewhat an oracle.
somewhat a prophet. I might save such language. (so drawn to Love so reflexive
of boundaries, so dear to our prison.) you make prose some infernal soul as
beaches are made for barbeques. we have stereotyped self. we have mastered
stigmata. we have lusted for foreign creatures. it battles in us our design in
us which is anti-soul in us. I run a risk, where one sees beauty, but one is
aggressive towards one’s mirror. (I was amped upon asphalt some energy as if
draped oceans. I was laughing when it hit, everyone desires more: those long
roads over a loaf of bread while sipping wines beneath blazing sunshine. such a
woman in you so warlike in you while there’s normality in you.) by majestic
woodlands or yonic addiction where we’d like to feel lucid: our screams alphabetized
our wants magnetized or our beliefs galvanized—as souls feeling substance or
minds sought for comfort while we never know our reality. (many images in me
some somber in me or radiant discomfort seeming beautiful. such a secret our
ways to give all by waves where it would upon a given second. sweet guarantee
of its lemon such comfort with its lime while livid over levity.) to have
destiny assumed in its cup—as days become lottery—where hearing your voice
shall never seem sweeter. by bellicose vengeance so entitled to hurt others,
for it appeals to us. but nectar is poetry, where you are poetry, so much rain
in a soda can; how was it wrought, or how was it fraught, in a world stirring
its happiness?
