traipsing through mind-fields and
landing on you:
the pantomime is speechless, saying
so much;
eating more tears, not physically,
a bag of terrors;
loyalty seems distressed, anger is
beautiful, such
rabid angst.
we open to live, becoming
spontaneous, the perfect
body; like cursed to do it, like
thankful to live it.
imagine walls pressing against
conscience;
imagine living with you, so hurt,
so responsive.
nausea like a tiger’s faith. a palm
full of hopes.
grassy grounds. vain attempts. we
let the skies shine—
taking credit, showboating,
slashing waterweeds.
looking at her mittens, as she
pulled the fingers, so
much to believe what one is lead
to. writing seems
casual, or easy, she spins it like
webs.
culinary to existentialism.
like doctrine—ways we approach
life, giving it back,
taking it to heights, seated in
mud, digging into soil.
much virtue. from myth to
philosophy. to imagine
moving houses, adults holding on,
wondering in vain.
men complain about concrete. it wasn’t
the battle.
looking at the winds, and a cheetah
appears.
deliberate susceptibility;
independent studies.
seeking redemption—hashing under-breath,
murmuring inside; to greet it, to
enter it, to hear it.
feeling wavy. so seasick. music
inside weeping. the
violin whining, her eyes at peak,
chi cobwebs.
many will try—if to disrupt—it becomes
necessary.
get him out in the cabbage fields,
remind him of the
cotton pain, roll him a joint of tobacco.
