Friday, June 28, 2019

Pottery Wheel


…we study women, those exotic features, so casual, so incredible, at interior eyes: at rug feelings, or fresher waters, abused by emotion: those new faces, those outlandish physiques, at crumbling frustrations: so pardoned, so crazed, such remarkable converse: but life is cosmic, those wretched ghosts, our viable deaths: a man gunning, this omen mirror, so shaved, so groomed, tapering an unsolvable monster: at family and friends and strangers and predicament: those collisions, this dungeon man, at existential remorse: feeling cursed, attempting to purchase goodness, so ashamed, so misguided, so easily confused: so much togetherness, so many years, at comforters, brighter cries, and ruminated tears: afflicted with disorder, speaking in gibberish, living iconic, or visiting psychs: severed, aching, but looking contained: our better outfits, our dressed sorrow, attempting to dislodge and graft into lovemaking: so unraveled, so close to God, so reckless and observed: needing something destructive, in order those homes, while children are running freely: at Kerry creatures, of Jewish rites, or attempting peace with Africa: mainly simulators, assimilating cultures, so structured, so edgy, while nonsense must be tolerated: falling for strange physiques, or aborted for negligence, while Love just needed a feel good explosion: our shadowed environments, our deeper dreams, if but an ideal brought to sing: those days at laughs, while peering at Incredible, to utter such feelings: assessing wombs, assessing worth, so cursed to fall like lightening: a number of dragons, this terror in leviathan, our aches, screams, features, and giggles….     We carry ominous, we structure in vanity, so manipulative, so partly hidden, while running naked: society watches, scorpions tread sand, but Love is gorgeous: those Versace glasses, those softer scents, at pure and natural gesticulations: or naively coquettish, at burgundy eyes, a bit animated, a bit unstructured: such rare creatures, laughing and carefree, while this process is nothing new: at harboring feelings, at repeating mistakes, so inclined to shift and forgive: so skilled, so filled with thoughts, and a bit anti-Paul: those nights in grief, those tell all friends, while gunning through exospheres: our blue moons, our orange suns, at stars and thoughts attempting to fly: our interior motion, those interior energies, as some seep into conscious souls: so polite, so eager for closeness, or so withdrawn, for nothing became a living proposition: this hope in retrievals, those unlocked instructors, such a courtesan for passion: those dearer pains, this sheared brain, so at terrors and glamour.

We desire nobility, so inclined to erase—this face of frustrations: feeding our whys, conversing seabirds, while something is bubbling: so distinguished in this, those children, those screams, or this long range agreement: such caricatures, such appearing cartoons, while Love has adored until fully familiar: our gumbo with passion, our feelings with violins, our guts, our music, this interior symphony: so gone, but jaded, living this contradiction: so pulled, so delivered, while Love has made him better: those soft grins, those flirtatious seating(s), so enlove with becoming a woman: this force, this gunning Cathedral, this uninhibited leader: this holy sinner, this dismissive violence, so captured, so addicted, while debating with Spirit: this conglomerate, those island insights, a bit upset with armchair queens: so brought to life, so exterior at times, while picking through facades: those feigned dreams, this frantic scream, those nails, this actress, those titillating sensations: so alive in sanctions, so sacred but lonely, so somber, so delicate: at sweeter dilemmas, at monstrous wars, while pulled by secrets: so un-revealed, but more so seen, while Love just obtained her M.A.: in this cruel, but faithful world, addressed as something destructive: so feared, so pliable, some willed, so serious: attempting at withdrawals, but ever precipitating, at something noticed: a more stern person feels every increment.   

The Great Mystery

    I couldn’t shake inclination, a dislodging instinct. I remeasure all consisting of us. Such a nudging, sweet humiliation, carved excitem...