cuddled,
bawling, hopeless. when a stranger
might
be honest, comforting, when a person
should
be defensive.
I fret
the dizziness, the incompleteness,
the
insidious undertones. eyes filled
with
water. soul-felt kicking. an unrelenting
dream.
if to
love as living, to feel as driven,
ambitions
succeeding doubts: the heavy
psyche,
the driven spirit, more joys become
sorrow.
one
aborted me, the fragile fetus, the living
miracle.
by a
casual heart-flux, cemented volts,
abstract
interpretations.
the
moon is watching, the sunshine is
wheezing,
wisdom has become great-
grandparents.
if to
fly, accustomed to a fever, the lagoon
filled
with messages.
I
see an older person, looking at a younger
self,
everything appears distorted.
to
ponder immortality, to palm the earth, hats
seem
like greenness.
biblic
whelps, souls floating on high, it will
be a
long trip northbound.
Canadian
ancestors, tiger genetics, flushed
by
wishes. losing innocence, becoming a
strategy,
becoming patience.
a
garden of grasshoppers, speaking in signs,
symbols
of gradual discipline.
an ancient
charm, an inner feeling, questions
become
literature.
in
retrospect, seagulls turn in circles, they
communicate
to the skies, they go mad for
chips.
