I
forbid life, this torso anxiety, this ruined gut: our black seasons, our luxury
angst, or pistol prolific nouns: this casual minx, this forbidden jewel, this
mother with child: to gawk while dying, to want that sensuous ecstasy, to die
while blinking florescent lights: our mothers laughing, while souls are
frantic, to cuss Jesus while laughing by Hennessy: our loaded cameras, this
derriere, those passionate abbreviations—our clothes clinging, our waves lying,
this inner disease: that morbid smile, this gutty essence, our R&B: if but
to relinquish, as sounding our intestines, to grip throats laughing insanely:
(oops to pain, while needing control, to perish this island laughing with
courage): this forbidden luxury, this slipping luxury, our hells confused with
passivity: our ping pong games, our liquor with limes, our terrors as
confounded: this mystic planet, this
mystic casualty, this mystic wishing with stars: this infant daughter, to
become as women, where gramps becomes nervous: as gilted brains, looking for
deaths, to realize this innate composure: our women as daughters, our souls are
reckless, our needs sorely abated: this snake with time, this invisible snake,
this rapturous snake: our guts dripping, those blue eyes churning, this brown
soul learning: our days to passions, this rocket escape, to ask for solace deep
our investigation: this fair bride, this man’s everything, while secluded a gut
with fractures: this equation ambrosia, this tale we sold, this language as
damn near honest. I laugh to keep
course, whining over something trivial, at guts ruined: this inverted mystic,
this frantic yogi, this indoctrinated nun: as inner Carmelites, or monks damn
near deceased, or women pulling spinal cords—as dies with living, or lives with
dying, to appoint a friend as ambassador: this trepid watch, this feudal
inhibition, this play-toy as living dynasties: our cursed goodbyes, our
famished hellos, this treacherous chameleon: where father lays crowns, this
prolific exhibition, this expressionist bat brain: to love as for seconds, to
feel as for interests, where sweat drips assisting lusts:
Day II
…lime
green tunnels, or bark brown eyes, and teal purple planets: to live ingested,
to die while breathing, to feel while cringing: this aqua woman, this therapeutic,
or this tale of tragedies: our pale moons, our sunshine autumns, or this
turquoise crush: to feel as liquids, this slithering harmony, this Confucius
legacy: those powder clean thighs, this lust as immovable, this dying reed: our
jaguar chaos, this telic enterprise, as women sheer into battles: this voltage
gem, this dream as confusing, to want without capture—those grey vines, this
grey chipmunk, or those philosophical acorns: where father vanished, at
treacherous courses, to need with violence this silent forgiveness: our mothers
craving, our fathers laughing, while we subtly understand: this heinous
leopard, this futile dolphin, this linguistic shoebill: to love your passion,
as sensing sheer distress, while at wonders this dying prison: as anti this,
and anti that, where wolves condensate concerning repentance: this luxury
smile, those luxury contentions, this place wondering about your husband: this
distinguished force, this pride in lions, this partly insensitive soul: but
life is sacrifice, and toads become frogs, where frogs become kings: so more to
luxuries, and more to cars, where love seems as something wanting: {our feral
stripes, this man at concerns, to ponder this lust for dysfunction: this
know-all creature, this radiant countenance, as nothing without your essence:
this disgruntle position, as entering where cheetahs roam, this run through
vineyards as ever young: to cut a feeling, where self-consciousness dwells,
where we forget our clients: this daily battle, such nonchalance, while
writhing for grieving existence.
