rain dropped it
felt like bathing a kiss an eye as it might wink. a good curse so addicted like
strung into a drum and wrung completely. hot helium at womb devastation, a
woman might know mesmerism. never as bitter as days absent from you. a man says
he knows not love. he speaks with passion concerning love. either taught
tangibly, by book, or deepened by stars and cures and being too good for souls.
firewater aside a firebrick next to fireworks. so danced into excellence too
sweet to become sour, nonetheless, sure suffering solemnity. many nets for one
fishing for good pain. addressed as awful. eating dates near gates. Love is
hectic, a guitar magician, a communing mystic. so strange the land. keep
killing to love skies. bringing out honeydew melon. an Israelian garment a
gouge inside a feeling made for greenhorns. if to adore, to fall deeper, how
could a man breathe? as a snare for hearts, eating heart-chops, at a backdrop
sipping heartwine.
too much to settle
too dead to live so alive it’s confusion. swirling chaos, swooshing interior,
so captured by creative sullenness. by opus despair. by intimate anxiety. by
confidence in clouds. rainy eyes a temperature in water, a soul baptized in
you. fierce fire, filmed flames, fluid firebrand. like living forever in one
second life coming to its crescendo. so candescent so terrible, so much a
tragic perfection. gauged to die. you bring life. syrupy sleeping misery.
oh taboo beauty, kill like a
maniac, undress immortality. I partake of spirits. I ride a firebird, a
sea-creature, an inner chameleon—those days at birth, so much newness, what
souls’ lust after—a mind embedded—with fences and forks, framed in sensual
sanity. by colorful fruit on some tropical island our quiet storm. a hand
filled with nails, a haystack filled with dreams, in a farmhouse filled with
laughter. eating sugarplums mixed with apricots, near a plate filled with banana
bread. just love and stay sickness, never die away. take us for faces much risk
in dementia like rooms upon skies.
