I
simmer silence, awoke by vengeance, and raging fist to airwaves: at Love
mourning, at professors swaying, at reality cursed: this audible clown, this
death in daughters, while trapped in this box: to trek corners, to break
silence, to remember cold-hearted green lenses: this pale horse, this hoarse
voice, as screaming became silence: at torrents laughing, as born gutted, even
by fishes flopping mainstream: our crooked valleys, our crooked women, our
deceitful men: while jaded instincts, speak to total violence, to meet,
regroup, and fix jewelry: at maniac insanities, or Trethewey giggling, or Smith
somber with hopes: thereto, this lavish course, this starving calamity, those
cramps and bruises: at father lying, at mother with high fives, at soulprints
feeling mirrors: that solemn disgust, those pregnant cries, to imagine that
love consists of total forgiveness: this slant upon wings, where one is
satiated, if but that fool-hearted subversion: those broken shards, this flimsy
ache, as Love was too deceitful. …it
comes from hiding, to leak into public squares, while literature is vomiting:
those peaceful lies, this lie with courage, this battle to pass forth lies: if
but to feel good, while feeling safe, at such as sacrifice: our damaged limbs,
our damaged psychs, our laudable psychs: at therapy listening, at therapy
laughing, at therapy trapped afore this mirror: those ghostly charms, this
ghostly loser, this frantic winner: as green whales, or green wailings, at
hazel highs: this peace as running, this fool at questions, this blight to
gardens: our frantic aches, our blueberry havens, if but alone and feeling
sickly: as men satiated, at love satisfied, while Love has aborted a thousand
lovers: thitherto, this vindictive nature, to inform Love, where fathers broke
silence: at matrimony, holding to sheer violence, if but to capture a pure
soul: that other person, those dregs laughing, this ghetto violence: therewith,
our guts dying, our intestines screaming, at walks with demons: that
markswoman, those marksmen, if but for loony at cartoons…. …we feel, Love—as needing God’s compass,
this pleasurable ideal: this perfect what we need, this perfected animal, this
perfect Father: at Mother with diligence, at ghosts with dalliance, at dandies
feeling quite repulsed: that particular air, those particular vibes, this
typical disdain: where women gaze, as glazed by satisfaction, or lower-class
ethics redeeming demons: our shattered minerals, our liquid inducements, to
prove as sick and seductive: that notorious moon, while slanted and unseen,
where everyone pictures an angel: this tall tale, this tall lie, those
gorgeous, remarkable, unsatisfying eyes: while portraits grin, and death
courts, we mystify pupils: those bleeding maniacs, this crucial dysfunction,
while hoping upon a glamorous outcome: indeed, to laughs, while life is ruined,
our childhood years carried for infinity: that inveterate curse, those
inveterate years, while mother exonerates herself: at bold battles, at inner
phantoms, or clashing with insistence: those naïve eyes, those naive beliefs,
to hold for perfect something scandalous: thereat, our deranged heart-pumps,
our ill-gotten rapture, or evangelicals rupturing something disclosed: at
lights running, at dreams gunning, or petrified attempting to escape. …indentify nonsense, our Oldies blazing,
attempting to monopolize Miami: that dope factory, this tale about bawling,
those tales void of bars: as lifted upon liquor, or running from visions, as
asked that psychs dig gravel: our sworn dilemmas, our sworn cut-throats, or
nights so gone as meeting Satan: those fire eyes, this fire fever, those
threads needling his liver: at Love whispering, this daughter to millennia, our
screams similar at intonation: so deep it disguises, so rich in Spirit, or
plain pure Illuminati: to grit with
action, while chewing inner jaws, at stars courting with naivety: to watch as
imploding, this New Year’s wish, or to abandon something too difficult to
attach: whereat, comes injustice, a vandal winning, or omens laughing: as cut
for ruined, as sniffing asphalt, while stepmother pretends father’s legacy.
