many colorful tulips, a blurry
begonia, leopards devastated.
I need clarity, the inward force,
reaching through Africa. burgundy mothers, harsh celebrations, tuna with
noodles. liquid cries, a daughter’s aches, the outer furnace. accustomed as
unstated, broken as hidden, liquor to veins, avoiding reality. Chanel addicts, baskets filled with Neutrogena,
mane flushed by Garnier.
if but the crucifixion, the angry
bride, tears washing The Holy Grail. the Synagogue, Jewish Priests, an instant
mystic—dying to live, afraid to journey, at memories the winter’s car-lock.
drifting my mind, alighting a horse, spacial aircrafts. to presume ownership,
titles mangled, brains enchant: the Cabernet, the russet wine, more rusty
hearts; — granny dances, aflight
and aflame, staring through miracle
eyes.
I adore you, my vex and soul, the
all-night prayer session. love wounds, being without, mere relocations. letting
live, or letting go, to arrive at intimate gravel. achy arms, the moon
bleeding, mystic Mercury. if more paleontologists, or psychiatric saints, or
physiological outer-spaces—the sun as a menace, the stars
as delighted. brains screaming,
hearts warm, the mystics are silent. darkness with St. Paul, lifted for cursed,
days nailed to trees. brilliant mothers, strategists, a move through valleys,
cringing over immortality. weaving fire, the reborn addict, grandparents wrangled
for patience. if to die, the soil too
impure, plants filled with
admiration. the glistening model, thought a troll, to come to lights, the
perfect face. cut with weeds, the desert speaking, the woman at more debates. suffocated,
living, filled with prodigies, fluid a glare and tiptoeing. the wild winter,
our union stressed, parents up-from-the-dirt: to love as fleeing, to flee as
returning, to ask about the nature to die.
