the stream of the siren, the cage
of the innocent, moreover, the rage of the mystic; all centered in illusion,
pained to have trespass, air science, those screams, a soul arches intoxicated.
finesse, panache, so passé, so
outdated.
dark, rich hair, oiled, young skin,
at some point, attraction becomes mind-width, chivalry, charisma, conversation,
with aches in chemic fever.
the fly is swizzling. lady bugs
speak prophecy. opposites have difficulty.
many banshees, fireworks, two try
to hold to infinity.
the psychiatry of distance, the
indifference becoming paradox, the loss seeming imminent:
boats in corridors; hopes dying in
hallways; screaming seeming inappropriate.
touch made impassive. humans
becoming robotic. feelings seeming to feel intensive, outdated.
skies speaking solace. treasures
terrorizing by transference. billiards becoming balance.
so much at gates, fated to debate
it, aces embedded in faces.
no one can love like tomorrow; no
one can tangle like love; no one will die like parents.
