…sufficient
grace, or parallels bleeding, or holograms are wheezing: this fever for
thoughts, those excruciating legs, or parachutes too far to reach: this leaping
frenzy, those catchy eyes, or loquat gin: to imagine remedies, for something
balm and crucial, or long stemmed pride—as
captured with graces, or cuffed with humiliation, or puffing while redeeming
her conscious: this fair enterprise, this dying luxury, or kept for ruined and
feeling trapped: that icy forest, those icy chimps, or monkeys pitched as
delicacies: those nuggets of rain, that terrific agony, or howling for feeling
emphatic: this placeless future, those placeless survivors, this placeless
race—while afforded one intensity, or awkward playing pretend, where many
specialize at speaking incantations: that full moon, that ruby sun, or this
robe disguising myriad strains….
It
brings love forward; It kills so sweetly; It reminds souls of something
un-captured: this tongue flippancy, this night-rising cat exhaustion, where
Love was purposed as pregnant: a man dives, he digs his treasuries, either/or,
to collapse or leap: as building realities, or leasing automobiles, while
shadows ride into sunset: this trillion dollar vessel, or this five dollar
beer, while one was sudden upon florescent bees: our lives laughing, our
feelings courted, or years to rooms speaking Swahili: that photogenic smile, or
perchance social merchants, to invest in life
searching for paradise: those clever wings, this clever everything, or days as nights paraded in
black culture: those romantic caricatures, this intimate pantomime, to learn
that Love is manic: this cut and feel good, this drench and hair clave, while
destined for courage and adoring imperfect this human!
