…our
introductory to chains, this flying miracle, as came from mother’s stomach:
this slice for brains, this gut for shames, this gunning insanity: this
physique, as cursing Jesus, this Magdalene tragedy: those bold hips, those
remarkable calves, those lightning teeth: to scythe Ghosts, to flame profanity,
this harlot queen: at gusts with passion, at tears with independence, but
cleaving as dying one last miracle: this form of essence, this lesion for
academia, this class of religious pursuits: those fair questions, this slight
undercurrent, or these confused analyses: (to live as bubbles, to pop as whales,
our blood seeping into seas: this affiliation, this enchanted mafia, those screams about Vegas: as
pure psychologists, or radical psychiatrists, our years decoding encyclopedias:
this membrane attached, this neurotransmitter at mystics, this lagoon
bleeding lemur eyes—as cried those months at tetras, to arrive those years in
dungeons, while caught for captured prior to meeting arms: this mad adventure,
this cursed adventure, this woman cleaving to treasuries: our bowels grieving,
our stomachs rumbling, this vein popping at encouragements: our blessed bodies,
our behavioral silence, or our behavioral belligerence: to dance as ladybugs,
this pollen for bees, this stinger once upon a strike: where Love was vacant,
at core travesties, while wrapped around pure venom: this man running, if but
those charms, to die as livid this curse of roses): this American Oxygen, this filmed glamour, or incredible upon a scar:
this tale for souls, this laced sunrise, this stippled moon-cast: our daughters
laughing, as it felt for goodness, to
arise gentle with those loses: this granny bleeding, as gutted at wars, our
doors pushed by insanity: this sensing element, this cold November, this push
into regions: this dear resilience, this deep resistance, if but this father
our arms reaching helplessly: as gramps shutters, while shunned by intestines,
to bleed as one sliced: this bowl of morals, this plate of ethics, this feeling
where good is disgusting: our sights
to actresses, our deep distresses, where imagination becomes chemical: this
surreal universe, this birth of beings, or
this cathartic road to home. I say at things,
as a soul watching, to remark gingerly upon beauty: this sensing woman, this
shaman soul, this mystic yogi: at tears to lose, at rivers contributing, or at
brooks with endearing wonders: this tale for conscience, if but it lives, at
gracious galleries: this inner museum, this apostolic fire, or this mental
apocrypha: our Eucharist feelings, this living by realities, this convulsion
wrangling our guts: this sleeve of vomit, this waking woman, this tribal
affair: as those dying, while living heights, to seethe as ruined this balcony:
(our minds, Love, this Isley Sensation, this moment with tomorrow’s
consecration: if but that feeling, as living while churning, those fair brains:
to ask for harmony, this body as mine, this soul as indebted: if but for love,
as Love waltzes, as Love ballets: this symphony upon wheels, this clarinet
screaming majesty, this drum cutting insincerities: our seconds by health, our
moments by clarity, our minutes for ravished: this sexy tattoo, those discreet
thighs, this tale as not a rumor to vocals: this wonderful person, this
reckless loyalty, this velvet silk—where Love is patience, or dead upon living,
to cross with lights listening to Isaac Hayes: our love for Maria, our souls to
Aretha, our passing(s) through Jennifer—if but strawberry eyes, while hung in
Theresa, while thriving through Avilla: this Gertrude arc, this Mechtild lark,
where souls fall as arising in pure Belief: to give as America, or to blink
into insanity, while granny captures a son’s inclinations: this rebuilding
universe, this beating heart, or those stumbling clarities: our gannet sights,
our leaping cats, or this meerkat privacy: to push harder, to taste fairly, to
manipulate for dear life): at further a mission, as torn as last session, as
loyal as satiations: this man laughing, as retreating from games, to embrace
this nunnery by faiths: those grappling eyes, those grappling feelings, this
time to harness inhibitions.
