celebrating
the good, launched into its
suffering,
spacing
out, lascivious for justice,
wagging
war on instincts.
cherry
trees, indescribable bugs, leaves,
I have
little to say.
over
yonder, the absence feeling, gazing
into
other cultures,
leading
in independence, remembering
codependence,
raffled
to poetry.
color
is a universal dilemma, a hassling
battle,
making
combat
with
mirrors.
women
are a universal concern, deeper
interior
presence,
most
need dear existence, dearer injustice
—in one’s
favor.
mixed
tapes, mixed views, mixed
acceptance.
fever for passion, once vetted,
it
feels normal.
qualifications—absence
of person, a
present
cloth, detached from body, mind
made
of unmentionables.
going
into souls, beats display spirits—I
was
found at its fountain;
they
boss like senators, they hide like
consultants,
and the song has ended.
