the
drums those mystic anxieties so afforded multiple deaths. a stove is life
kitchen cupboards are slamming the basement holds winds. I was lost in fields
picking sugarcane reminiscing on intimate anguish. I know love isn’t what I imagine.
I know pain travels as we pass. it seeps into cosmic crevices. sudden in cries
as dying to exist while nothing is quite enough. excitement becomes a chased
ghost. the phantom sits within. a carnival is at our front door. most close
with sounds most angst with fire while energies are swarming our appetites. a
man in outfit, such a woman as executive, while love is mainly a miracle.
I can’t define you. it shouldn’t be
difficult. I imagine a few are close to you. so precious so detailed, no matter
what is felt it’s felt elsewhere. or some atypical pride. a soul locked to one
soul. where discussion is pushing more adventure. some wowing person. some type
of incredible. where value is not greater than home. a kid in choir practice. a
daughter learning violin. two souls determined against statistics. such flame
in trees such roofs manicured such literature pedicured. as outstanding
flickers upon blue nightmare as accustomed to longer passion.
I fantasize about some creature,
some miracle, while losing a part of me.
what will we chase? where has it
gone to? what happens inside the cabinet?
it was once a furnace. it became
analytical. most are concerned more by your demons. where do they live – are they
tamed – what was the last misery – or better, have you worked-out your omens?
most move rapidly, ten years ten mistakes, and never a minute to heal. it
builds into ceilings it shifts chandeliers earth is trembling – or worse, it
lunges into mental frontiers. but we need to express, if not to love, as some
entity at our souls. most drastic kiss most forethought cry, as trying with
effort to efface what hasn’t begun.
I run a risk – some ignoramus – as he
speaks to what we fail to examine. such a flashlight such a camera where many
make living difficult. as never an enchant but always plural while we skip or
kick ethics, such ought(s), aside.
the last dream into the feral scream
while adoring seems too self-sacrificing. but over yonder, they make it work,
while we admire the anguish.
