black opals. palming properties. existence
is performance. the peacock. humans. auditions. interviews. most emotions are
depicted during performance.
air bounces, one grows suspicious,
one tries to sense the chi.
tourists were in town, at tourists’
sites, striking poses and taping immortality.
one may keep the memory.
gazes are captured, if to imagine
our gazes.
in the fields we have history,
hailing, and hickory.
an apple talk, becomes a bias talk.
gutter waters, freshwaters. water
is a longstanding symbol.
souls are in stillness and
freefalling. support is what most are missing, in parts, with one in motion.
thoughts are loaded with heaviness.
the burden becomes clarity. the frustration is barrenness.
aesthetics. perfect features.
indescribable sensations.
certainties.
are they reasonable? are they
accessible? each answer is, yes!
most often, I point to what cannot
be, I must think of what can be.
corn is boiling. it’s a messy meal.
most often, we mix it with carrots, and different spreads.
I saw a person draw an expression.
the other person responded quickly.
currents are breaking. gurnards are
bearing witness. the water is warm enough for baptisms.
more souls. more portioned souls.
more unportioned souls. more smaller waistlines. more contagious derrière. more
brilliance, intelligence, more spirits reaching potentiality. more delicate
hands, elongated arms, augmented eyebrows. more pedicures/manicures, massages,
and sensuous napes.
backs have become
aphrodisiacs—ribs, spines, shoulders!
most unwavering senses, disputing
urgency, life has spelled out a few guarantees.
in the aurora, a face might appear,
it should count for much activity.
shadowed by karma, palming a cobra,
or winning the interests of a half human.
