…implosive vibration,
so sick with passion, looking at pure distrust: to build our bond, to feed hell
vinegar, so plaintiff, so dearly regarded: thrust through traffic, laughing at
memories, such beaming disregard: afloat a grin, sensing mutual distraction,
caged for sentenced: those psychic paws, a bit disgusted, so rough, so gentle,
awarded more loses: those costs, this market layaway, while passion rents until
exhausted: our minds haywire, our souls distressed, or better, our feelings
fringing upon this underbelly: such mafia instincts, such island roots, so
captured, so forgotten, in close to an hour: such rootless souls, our days of
sorrow, our morals placed in guillotines: so sacrificed, those silent ethics,
while strength survives: so enlove, such a mistake, graphed in by sexual
energies: this sick person, holding forty-five minutes, while dislodging too
many years…. I often dream, this
delicate topic, as winning a human’s compassion: those primate battles, this
primate planet, so accursed and running into Jesus: such soft, abrasive
literature, such a reflective blanket, and such enveloped undertones: while
Love is sirens, and life is plural, where fools tread this ocean wall: such
concentration, floating through valleys, a bit emphatic concerning pluralities:
so unlike penguins, so similar to chimpanzees, or secluded in some outstanding
cuffs: to need with dying, to live without dying, where one is supremely
addicted: this power is few, our aye-aye eyes, so entranced searching for
riches: so many confessions, so many rituals, so unhealed: such discernment,
such allegations, or so far into perceptions: our phobic sensorium, our emperor
minds, our empire hearts: so dictated by oxygen, so aerodynamic, at trapeze and
helium: needing certain behaviors, to sense time waning, while one feels a tear
awkward: those gowns, this pink pillow, those chatty hours: to give so much, to
realize vulnerability, or to lose a close friend: such stiffness settling, such
strife ensuing, while seated in something too damn corporate: but honesty be
good, this eye-wandering soul, this soul-shifting poet: those voice-overs, or
this mental machine, so attached to voltage-telephones: this realization, this
woman genius, as we really decipher our fears: this paradigm of problems, this
so close and distant woman, while it felt heaven to dine with Love: this
sophisticated animal, this relaxed business adjuster, or this knee-bone,
atypical prayer maniac: at deeper thoughts, to save our union, a man proffers
an idea: this open space, this triangular passion, where Love shatters such
high ideals: so caught for ruined, stressing this other person, while secluded
and battled to death by morals: to succumb, to summons, to wear sexual helium:
this fine departure, those sliced ruins, while Love screamed and broken concrete. …so silly with Love, so
distracted by Love, so periodically poetic with Love: struck by afflatus,
giving a bit more, received with analytical assessment: so suspicious, so
intimidated, as such, so anti his philosophies: this half-born pessimist, this
shifty cynic, or this downtrodden Existentialist: at movie arcs, so silent with
energies, or rubbing her heart: this fool with existence, this cautious, and,
thus, losing machine—at ingratiation, or repelled by facts, to ask concerning
mouth tithes: this young person, this mathematical greenhorn, so ill-adjusted
to human behavior: needing to believe, while sick with inhabitation, while
souls are thrusting a party: our gecko insights, our gorilla war-care, or so
crazed for achieving and alienated warrior: while mother lives, our African
tables, this Last Supper: so accused of breathing, so accursed for studying, or
so lost but founded in a bruise: those curt invites, this target at our left,
so ill-confined, or seated in bars, outside barbequing: those delicate
particles, this delicate need, while too bent to believe as Jesus: indeed, so
over this mountain, such ironclad tablets, while Love spoke in Hebrew…. I’ve come to human facts, those constant
analyses, this revving, insatiable intake: such Ecclesiastes, our ears
un-tired, our eyes inventive creatures, our loins bubbling for passion: or so
inclined, those fences with appeal, while soft carriers of deep desires: this
mathematical education, this larger intelligence, so prone, if but one
instance, and dying with jealousies: our end days, our upshots, our
metaphysical reasoning(s): so selfish at times, or so altruistic at moments,
while whores have become nuns: this riveting motion, this constant battle, such
flogging, such flesh destroyed obedience, if but to tame something instinctive
in primates: our panting guts, this cellular ruler, this airborne wire, at
freedoms to perish, at deaths to live, so exuded, so frantic, so abused by
love: this indelible picture, this pictureless adventure, plus, Love is
suffering from cramps: such odors, such captivity, to become so familiar, we
desire a little filth: so signed and delivered, so at wars for scars, such
juice for something tropical.
