I drag
concrete those deadening cries so blood blue—to resurrect to kill Jesus while
knee deep in mud. by dear execution a neck to guillotine a headless body
running; to collapse in Jerusalem to rise in Judah so many petting a lion’s
head. such benthos, such radiant ethos, as a man so late in his
recovery. soaking in blues such impetus for depression while Love spoke sweet
miracles; such failure early on such redemption midlife while trekking faster
these days. an unwet baptism such disgust to die while looking at Kerry. our
comic devastation our Cooper Nation where souls are asking for fire. the bone
of the psych the terror of its duty the mind running like penance. so neural as
if in truth to tell a man he’s messed up. so arbitrary so dependent as relying
more upon feelings. our younger expeditions at a hundred & three, raiding
through Projects; to Cruisers blazing Oldies with hell to pay. the man with
fury is a man losing where a sage pat his shoulder. so lucky, Jesus, so
determined, Christ, while many haven’t decoded its riddle. I spend time as
getting into location while Love keeps popping up. subtle sublime serenity.
cauldron chaotic creatures. or tempted testy tyranny. to live like lost or to
love like livid a man so damn angry; to give eternity to undie while laughing,
as but to lose while so trusting. a fire in hell a feud in heaven while Satan
is walking to & fro. the dumb in us those secrets in books where it runs a
chunk of America. but absent into comas where Love sat, nurtured, until it
became too disrespectful.
it’s airborne such
an entity as decimating society. so ironclad so much a wrinkle while adoring her
became normal. too close these days, a soul might stay committed, while torn
between sockets. maize eyes or maze lunatics if but to cherish one absent of
cherishing herself. the tender we give, the tender we come, while some haven’t
gone too deeply. it meant its moment it lived its legacy where minds rush to Raven’s
Creek.
