is
holy cultic? make a discussion line. tell pain we’ve a toll. hanging by waves,
intense enough to die, fiending over grapes. is holy cultic? make a big ado.
resurrect literature. some vile creature gets all, some unnatural reign. faces
cutting faces. pits filled with helium. a savage is a human.
coax
us to do right. do it every day. never tire out.
is
holy cultic, across skies, let lumber flame—
is
cultic holy, like vicious beauty, we can’t let go.
one
will grapple with symmetry, trying to be ever-since, oh tender Sculptress.
absent or present, pathos or rough concrete, a palm full of a
neighbor’s nectar. to have died inside, going into convulsions, only to live in
memories.
I
was tired, in rain, making mud pies. those are brooks, those are daughters,
neither are cultic holy, both are holy cultic.
I
gave a bouquet. I was received. we had many years.
I
remember needing romance, a holy wreath, a cultic rose; to live forever, in
mere hours, to enter feeling so excited.
entwined
in wishes, aborted to graves, thinking of you makes my heart burn. to feel your
energy, to see galleries, to review our essence—blood of the bone, marrow of
the flesh, old careful eyes.
