upon a water lily, beauty
amid trauma, sirens sounding, charisma blaring, like a social song, watching
lilacs, appearing in lavender, most skilled to go silent. I can’t outwit her
suspicion, she can’t outwit my rebellion, we both can’t outwit loneliness.
surety is keen, abstracts are suspect, longing for a believable poem. juleps are
uncomfortable, rarely mentioned, like nemesias. most are broken seasons,
laughing over rain, wilting with time. certain beauty is her, certain pain
blossoming daffodils, certain hostility, cleaving to an appropriate touch.
weaving incessantly, defying logic, determined to be pure; so cold a whisk, so
indecent an attraction, falling, nimbus churning, needing more to exist. so
high in the skies, can’t help but fall, so, a man, puts reality into
perspective. sweet devastation, torn cellos, strings ravished, hats tilted, it
gets worse before calming down. aqua-tan eyes, or elongated fingers, a frame
meant to jog, joust, run, riot. the hour is upon its destination, another will
enjoy maxims, axioms, rises, fallings, laughter, miracles—as so written in Lamentations.
if by some glitch, some understated occurrence, if to meet by happenstance,
mourning the same pudding, plucking a raisin tree, ironing patchwork—if days
were insidious, turning us forward, to come into pretzels, to die feeling
terrific, as to disappear, traveling nations—in desperation, unforgiving,
desperate for a guarantee—just if, to unwind our inclinations, to roast
walnuts, why would it not uprise internally?
