…if
but to sing, this silenced profanity, our guts slipping at discs: this wretched
need, if to exhaust life, to feel beyond measures: this anxious activity, those
hurt petals, those frost bitten morals or silenced while sipping into sadness:
such birth fever, or dejected rivers, our mannish grays: those pensive lows,
this day as surprising me, for it became simple, outreached, and vague
depression: as one divided, while tugged at particles, running through deserts
and finding self: this piece this cactus, those pebbles that soul, as guitars
are talking wilderness: (I laughed and tear’d, I removed ants and sunk lower, and
dear to God a tsunami struck Jesus): our plighted ribs, our blighted gardens,
or tragedy striking this numbed violin: those bellicose thoughts, this afoul’d
mirror, this perfected nonchalance—if but to escape, an otherwise cruel world,
where we sink into cocoons: this child’s temper-tantrum, this mothers
resilience, this father’s impatience: as candescent gems, or room-movers,
streaming through palatial cries: this pride in hearts, this gliding through
spaces, or so tragic to appear losing his grip: that whet feeling, those wet
bangs, or vibration seeming a bit different: if but to live, those marble
tiles, those marble eyes…as welted and weeping, or withered and growing, a bit
torn by agonies: this unlit fire, this lit waterfall, this inner activity:
while centered and falling, or projected and jutted, those crocheted seconds:
if but our attraction, if but our fortune, where anxiety wraps our Northern
Hemisphere: at orchestra reciting, at mental utopia and sad, or at masquerades
a bit bolder: our Heart-fires, our seas quaking, or moments at one with an
inner lamp: to loosen a part of self, while tightened inwardly, if but to
address those sublime particles. I
held paradise, while releasing paradise, to remember a vow that meant so
little: at thoughts that wiggle, or exotic happenstance, to meet, meddle, and
cause mischief—those games we take for truths, those truths that seldom meld
together, while threshed and raw and pleading resistance: those voiceprints,
that voice-box, to assail a thought mid-sentence: at soul-fire, or
soul-sinking, while adrift a soul retracting into a bubble: at kismet eyes, a
tear surprised, and feeling something unusual: that sullen response, those
stuttering blots, where tender exercise seems unruly: such by canvas, to
artwork worlds, if but that perfect responder: those intimate figs, this
chiming light, at twilight havens at twilight fiction: while held to standards,
or grated over pasta—those falling pieces, such peaceful dying, to revive at a
sudden gesture. …by nightfall a bit
different, by morning a bit relentless, as time shifts emotion: such wildfire
water, our waves upon a Good Friday, our souls speeding in fury, as old
messages feel imprinted: our birthrights, our burning mystery, while seemingly
built for madness: at paradox wiggles, at thoughts redeemed, where sensations
restore certain faiths: our choir blaring, our rapacious appetites, or so
forbidden we happen to need it: those love-chants, those incantations, or those
spurts of something unexercised: where dreams are restricted, or flying is
hampered, while mythic madness misleads….
…to do our chimes, to sing our fireflies, or to re-direct our
chameleons: as infused mid-waves, to beta-kindle, where Love became something
ingenious: those long stair-wells, this immovable lantern, at something that
strews injustice: those topical responses, those challenging tidal-caves, or
mere fortune proven as harmful: at parties within,
to redeem within, while
distressed within—those delicate
rules, this insensitive news, or Love at gates pleading our entrance: to see
it, My Friend, those fervent gems, those contagious outreaching(s): to travel
so steeply, to sacrifice everything, to settle for nothing: this ship of cries,
those coin-like heirlooms, or touching feelings quite insistently: at
bittersweet impasses, or silhouette memories, or at something too rich to
describe: our aches for adventure, our souls for flowering, or that partly
quenched four-headed tiger….
