We ache around the silence of the
possibility, at first, an impossibility.
The irremovable passion, brains
splayed on canvas, to fathom the emptiness.
The Canadian florist is unusually
beautiful. The desire is a sin.
Her radiance is alike to a sunbath.
Her scent is acacia. Her autumn is simplistic. I’ll leave that alone. It has
proven an agitation.
Summer was filled by warm showers,
or chills, auburn thoughts, terrible pleasures; as provoking art, unsteadying
the surface, rummaging the depths.
Confusion is like a great
grandniece. the puzzle is complicated. the lineage has a map.
Sort of odd to notice a bottle of
Garnier near the refrigerator—out of place, to say it lightly.
A person, a human, a
gentle-rough-observer comes to mind: the terror of the keyboard, the exhaustion
of verbs, the scratching of the scalp.
The mirror always makes a claim:
peace, harmony, pain, serenity, beauty, ugliness, etc.
The mirror has never exonerated me.
It’s an accusation against me. It was never put in order.
We were great strangers, marvelous
lovers, bitter in our acceptance—that love would be altered, in our lusts, so
selfish and afraid—of loneliness, misunderstanding, refusing to let go of the
comfort—desperate for something more meaningful. We ruined happiness.
In ignoring hunches, to plummet
into abysmal feelings, so thankful to know another body; as morbid humans,
trying to get a grip, trying to master the human language—the universals—going
mad—loving the confusion—a victim of its penalties.
The inward person is hungry,
ruffled, befuddled; at moments, elation seeps in, mainly uneasy, observant,
critical.
So pierced—chiseled in a way,
betrayed by self, every reflection, the skies, as we dream, granting them full
responsibility—for time, redemption, sin, love, and serenity.
In the haste of the chase, in not
knowing the excellence, it was in me to make mistakes: she became a nemesis. In
tender forgiveness, the sun would grow: she began to trust, but loathe me. It
goes in directions, it omits something critical, it gets under the skin.
