…so
casual a scream, so dark our participation, as humans, as flying, while adored
by melancholy: this fit, Man, this lieutenant, Man, at miracles disputed as
facts, Man: those dreams, at curious flavors, or eyes reaching speaking
Italian: those sites, Power, this power, Power, as women running Utilitarianism,
Power: at arks and homes, at disputes and concerns, so fevered and living: such
auras, so sophisticated, so carnival, so animated: those gesticulations, those
pouty blue greens, as built for sexual subjugations: our bowels gunning, our
inner earth, at planets and falling into cushions: those arms, Love, those
differences, Love, our ability to bounce and shuffle and die, Love: (but a seed, so
planted, growing, panting, laughing and damn near in-tuned: to sense deception,
to rive at guts, to confess weakness: this fragile creature, this innocent
death, while needing something to nudge insecurities: at blue black diamonds,
at something subtle, peering through allure): such temperament, to realize indifferences, to need
something beyond our station: cologne and liquor, a heavy scent, so intrinsic,
so sick, so against rehab: indeed, granny, to adore your strength, at magnets
tugged and defenseless: those passions redeemed, this slither sliced, at
popcorn and mad sorrow: some to live, some to perish, as blessed according to
whimsy: this investigation, at internal hearts, our furnace chiseling nobodies: thitherto, this mountainous,
even palatial, even remorseful snail: so
low to gravel, slime a bit this curse, where Love reached, and pulled, and
taught a snail to stand: to realize potentiality, to actualize through osmoses,
while Love has never lied: this gut war, this silent laughter, or three-grand
for a book: at governmental shame, at Judges giggling, this way to hide
embarrassment: while feeling awkward, or dying softly, at mercy, concern and
liquor: indeed, granny, this whip to silence, those loud vocals: at grandpa
deafly, at color a bit sullen, at Africa keeping close: so Europe at points,
therefore, and thereof, such volta(s) laughing at indifferences: those great
beaut(s), this interior debut, or upside-down, heart-shaped derriere—our eyes
thrusting, our revving ignited, if but a series of odors: a shrine for dying,
this caliber of person, while lost for sudden traveling our valleys.
High Love,
…so precious,
this candy land, this interior disbelief: to live this way, a palm of secrets,
a devastated sensibility: something clinical, something debauched, at pudding
and deep thoughts: so incumbent, so terrorized, and such pressure to behave:
this Woman’s Work, with much to
adhere to, so gifted, at moments sincere, at seconds feeling quite vulnerable: fleeing traffic,
seated with a sibling, laughing, giggling, at something languishing: those
slurry lines, this slurry beginning, while forced a hand pleading for Love:
adored as passionate, writing and comparing, while years work and re-work our
sensibilities: those beautiful feelings, this beautiful deception, as so sweet,
while longing for perfection: thereinto, this swimming legacy, this shore
silence, at penguins feeding and playing interior guitars: such blue magic,
such green islands, where mother appears radiant: such curly mane, or pressed
to death, if but to become white: indeed, a bit itchy, a bit redeemed, where
women are dying to appear like you: this natural inclination, this remote
bleeding, at cures and cultures feeling a bit quadroon: such identity
wrestling, this inner legend, at literature attempting at peace: so feathered
Love, such wingspan, Love, plus, this soul adores you—while falling and rising,
this episodic chaos, where one is isolated by necessity: such as fairness, such
as Blues, or music so sweet and melodic: those thetic essays, this melic prose,
while wild a meter dancing: to sense forever, to love forever, while needing a
level of embarrassment: those perfect people, those perfect lives, so indebted
to slaves: whereupon, this sullen debate, this instrumental queen, where
reality might surprise us…!
