flesh
palm filled with memories.
cocoa
and
coffee,
a somber outlook:
silent
rooms,
rethinking
the vibrant minx, a
fantasy
the love is easier;
on
wooden
floors,
like leaping grasshoppers,
cathedrals.
speaking
gibberish,
cursing
myself, the ocean behind
eyes:
warm waters, flushed
testimony,
hacking up ghosts.
an
orange
cigar,
spontaneous joy, sitting in
sins.
I
saw grape
eyes, inner confinement,
inductive
existence:
garden
diets,
infested
furs, memories and
wonders:
sudden
appeal, if Love is
therapy,
if
insanity is partial:
polyamorous
lifestyles,
or monogamous fury,
making
excuses
for non-social traits; most
playful
gem,
an astute lawyer, myriad
deliberations.
(I
feel recruited, like
cosmic
laughter, outlandish
enough
to
amble
closer):
trekking
through marsh,
filtering
through wisdom, a
lonely
man
is a
smarting
man.
it
dies that way, peering
at
wilderness, self-involved
he
can’t
fly.
to
have an ailment; to have a
song;
to flute with insistence:
casual
pains,
choking on heaviness,
appalled
by impetuosity.
the
rowing to land, the
rafted
heartbeat, the persistence
of
make-believe: women writing,
scribbling
fierce verses, gambling
for
a fitted love. that palm of
goosegrass,
the tale
about
eating wood, the living love
adventure:
freelance
poets, the
creative
linguists, cymbals
becoming
irritations;
as
thought the
ache,
if but for healing,
perfect
our patience to exist;
a
ship of senses, the
tale
of escapades, the backstage
pass,
a whit exciting.
It
was
furious
passion, thought to feel
love,
the purely instructive
mansion:
never
so beautiful, the perfect
scarf,
a silken suit—
inner
gravity, a tugging heart,
deep
enchantment.
