*…yesterday
was liquor, this lizard’s release, this repent with chimes: our steady
stations, this mug of gas, this kitten fiddling mushrooms: this fledgling
laughing, our mothers to sanities, our fathers coming home from wars: this
asylum, this mental condition, and such public mockery: our Aaliyah wives, our
sibling computers, our inner circles: this perfect resistance, while perfect is
seeping, by far this terrific cobra: our itchy scalps, our red dirt deserts, or
this event at Death Valley: this scorpion mouse, or two headed centipedes, or
our majestic zebras—as men at love, fawning over fair features, our visual
distractions. (…yesterday was cathartic,
bleeding with daughters, or finding love for mothers: this dear struggle, this
helium anxiety, to confirm that some mothers were afflicted: this enriching
diamond, these electric chills, this zebra tailed lizard: [those deer eyes,
those grassy legs, this essence painting riverbeds]: where passion becomes
life, this angst and vine, this mental serration—this saw-like frustration,
this need for desire, this want for something filthy: indeed, this religious lizard,
this slithering reptile, this discarded handkerchief—those grasshopper moons,
this ceiling by Regrets, or that Libra and that Scorpio: [this Pisces heart, as
depleted of sounds, while fumbling this solace frontier: those beige
spectacles, this restaurant outburst, or our mothers screaming at Jesus]: this
remarkable therapist, this acorn unlocked, this dung beetle excavating sewers):
as lives our guts, this internal superwoman, plus, our venomous recue: this
pure saint, so dead to life, so warm to structure: this Catholic Asian, this
African Christian, or more, our colonized Americas. (…yesterday was psychiatry, to ponder this
taste in stereo, to conflict with probing positions: this rant this rave, this
giant this snail, this heaven as hell—our blighted feelings, our weeds
sprouting, our crops speaking this exotic language: our metaphors, or occasional
similes, or this existence feeding upon aphorisms—those petit observations, our
seeing while surfing, our days to Watch Towers: [it becomes this treachery, or
this lavish existence, or this refusal to gaze upon confliction: this elephant
shrew, this racing monster, this ability to move two times faster than
cheetahs: our running minds, this aesthetic congestion, this stuffy and runny
nose]—our borne mentalities, our wakeful daughters, and this tall branch
speaking its essence: this tiger’s head, this lion’s body, those phoenix
wings—as built for raging, this sign becoming conscienceness, this symbol
haunting our harvest: those infant copying skills, this posit as defined, or
our Maruchan Noodles—this far chase, our deepest influences, our nights to Troy: as extra our lives, or ordinary
concerns, or plain treachery—this song by wolves, this howling sunrise, this
penchant curse—as men live, while women breathe, to have for justice one slice
of existence): our chess designed genetics, or this schleprock feeling, while
pressured to review every tenet: this cross with life, those abandoned
chuckles, or better, that abandoned self—at full throttle, as seen this best
person, to realize that humans become self-saboteurs—those darkened brains,
this infested lying, or this spiritual heist: our random condition, or this
extraordinary Ransom, or our scholars
playful as children: this deep reflection, this ravishing retrieval, this
incredible rescue: our chocolate theater, our vanilla enterprise, or this
medley of acrobatics: this kettle whistling, this pot seated gracefully, or
this rug leaping up and claiming its existence: our bare bones, our troubled
bodies, our biblical allegories—where Magdalene grew, our dreams by Love, and
Peter was destined to peter-out: this fuel for men, this reality for women, as
witnessed this history of Exercises: to
live as moving, to become this fire, or to demand of self certain behaviors.*
