…constrained
by gravel, or concrete lines, so indebted to rain—as afloat a model, or
treacherous a paradigm, so laced with flavor: to die his life, to meet at
episodes, at livers, adrenaline, and kittens: our blue black pain, our red
green melancholy, as self comes a good morning: so traced those years, so
deceased this month, faced by horrors: to adore such souls, this hidden
monster, while too afraid to write mercies: at livid concerns, spacing and
composing, while many conclude upon distraction: strange encounters, over
coffee-toffee, or federal interests: to exclaim violence, this launch from
pads, or too much money to silence: our casual bones, our distressed riches,
where vandals come by romance: at fluency or flitting, at scuds or treasures,
as exposed to passion: those gray ribbons, this chasing past, or answering
machines and decisions: this fool with insistence, to realize something spoken,
while crucial this turn at rain: our guts whispering, our wines chastising, our
honor trespassed…
…so
cold, so delivered, so ingratiated: a fragrant tale, this flick in pictures,
this typing reality: at war and tyranny, at Love laughing, at pain remodeling, (such
furniture afflicted by acid): at rivers bleeding, at daylight remorseful, or
cursed for destitute: those torn leafs, this sap appearance, our contours
giggling at something so obvious…at judgments, nearly obliterated, as
conversation circles our chastity: those chaste reformers, this lot above hell,
those grains stringed into violins: our beating energies, this piano
microphone, at saxophones winking at disaster: our Marvin Trumpets, our King
Dynasties, while filled with so much contempt: at universe frustration, our
courageous moons, after life comes existence: our sorrow fever, our elated
rejoice-cell, at penchants and penance leading into yelling: those torn
behaviors, those fluid catastrophes, while sickness may lead to freedoms: to
unlock a scoundrel, to unlearn a psychopath, while some prove total disdain: so
easy it comes, at a crucial second, while humans pull cranes: at burgundy baggage,
or turquoise luggage, while many are searching for an entrance: this feature
blinking, this evening shot, while tired, or too tired to breathe: at life’s
finer things, at Love feeling rebuked, while stressed some are strategizing:
such deep silence, while prepared a legacy, at seconds realizing they can’t
feel: this black alien, this mulatto scar, where agents form screams! […] at
bloated seconds, gazing at professional actors, as life is meant to convince
us: so obscure, so distant, or so upclose: to hit in one destiny, to cap dice
in one throw, where reality feels opaque: this running fool, to run forever,
while running from self: a simmering jester, a remarkable essence, a familiar
discussion: at tails or heads, at flippancies or honesties, so lost it appears
unclear: this black movie, this black mob, our bodies becoming quite
Socrates'—this beauty in deaths, this quiet referee, at curses and joys and
delights and terrors: if but his brain, interlocked with his adversaries, while
holding court with agents: so deluded, so ruined, so reborn: as torn sickly, as
mother to rain, our fathers socially fantastic….
(I sense vagueness, this man a few
rebukes, a few courses: leaving something key, or needing something coming,
where death would seem an entrance: at metaphor, at damaged goods, while our
age speaks to profanity: such as fate, a man running goodness, while chased and
pursued by black heavens: this bent upon reality, this foolhearted
over-his-life, or bowels tickled for fancy and justice: such profit this
allotment, such radiance this blue module, at gut-phones ignoring enough to
leave fire’s emptiness: so tragic by fate, this tress dangling, or such to her
violence: such musical rites, such permission to desecrate, or ringing aloud
total silence: this gut-graph, this telegram, where reality seems apparent: to
hate brooms, to adore brooms, this twist where reality seems inappropriate: our
quivers, one bibliography, while authors hint to realities: those few sounds,
those revving lieutenants, while fair to request mercy!)
