put spirit on loop, put senses to
freedom, unlock the damn cage. Love is an animal, so sick with fire, so
unchained, leaping into firewater.
like a foolish man, a drifting soul,
at parallels looking forward.
palm to soil, psalm to brains, so
steep waters pour out; an agitated soul, a deep depth soul, plagued so cold it
feels like fire.
I sewed oats, cedarwood, iron those
last seconds; at marvelous skies, unvetted, so straightforward the breath
broke. similar pasts, latent hostility, doing by example until it proved unfertile.
a madman is a mad cave the silence
is surrounded; special addictions, going into science, I can’t suggest it any
clearer.
petting a marmoset like a magician
egged on by baboon behavior. the inside mystic the outside manic like crazed
over a few good people. flailing red dirt, nibbling grass blades, so unofficial—they
call him a defacto. at mother’s porch, aside a perch, arguing with old memories:
“Communicate, speak truth, die if it comes.”
I left home at 16, I hit Hollywood giggling,
granny called, took me in.
sea skies and sickness. bled
courage, faced with tyranny, it’s cold what we agree to. such omission, if but
to confess, if but we all grew closer. I didn’t know him, we associated, they
gunned his life. I was listening inside, I heard a weasel, sometimes we detach
from wonderful people.
to God with it, upon the
breastbone, at a fever losing my treasures. so cool at the moment, so hectic
later, so addicted to the seesaw.
forgive the sickness, forgive the villain.
baptize the repentant.
eating candledust, caving into
candescence, all I want is clearness: the daughter in winds, the adversary set
to freedom, the old me released to resurrection.
the last documentary, the world
casting opinions, the ceiling above wrapped into an exosphere.
so esoteric, surefire insistence, Love
is more than most understand.
I saw the challenge, I rode the
cosmos, I swooped in a chariot. many allusions, try to find life, get wisdom
until it churns.
