…initial
morning, rain but gloom, tender baptism: preacher fire, an active congregation,
feeding on Belief: so tensed, so proud, so low: supported suffering, angelic
dying, this edge, this cliff, while leaping: post-feelings, meta-emotion,
eating ice-water: those brown monsters, those terrorizing glimmers, so cursed,
so blessed, where life is mechanic: such dread, age apparent, our souls at
giggles: this storm, such security, to imaging such love: adored for solace,
rewarded for struggle, while pathological: our interior compounds, our rusty
knees, our speech with vinegar: so graceful, so grateful, at mental gates: but
dreams are scattered, tumbleweed for dinner, or lavish denial: those pretty
gestures, those kleptic ways, where a gaze stole something: too low to fall, or
too high to rise, at terrible treasures: unquestioned passion, our curtain
habitat, so cultured, so America, so normal….
…so
reluctant, so wild but tamed, at something dulling its appeal: this crucial
need, to have this living room, so fraught by books, computers and notes: those
manuscripts, this fantasy ink, those longer contacts: an island of competition,
a set of writing assessments, plus, an after-wind: so healed in you, so
forgetful of you, so human in you: literary fears, tornado tears, at something
too uncomfortable: our moods, our shifts, while something is right there: our
fire-hearts, our fire-ears, while typing to whispers: rereading mirrors,
running into attics, seated, curled up, or choking harshly: so lovely, so calm,
a cup of minerals: at patience, or guarana, or a palm of realness: so kissed
inside, such external-terrestrial, right there, so lost, plus, unhooked: this
sensory pain, this sensory game, our knuckles, our brains, our fevers…!
I
must let go, in order she may fly, while making suggestions: such cold brains,
such frantic heights, at sudden gusts: this rising fury, this war with
literature, or this set of classical artists: “I think it’s right, this film in
memories, this body so liquid: our angst, our panic, our pleasure: seated like
today, this very legacy, to adore only this vice: captive and crying, so
concerned, where mystic language has evolved: so good a week, needing
confirmation, while one is angry as ten lions: this helpless cheetah, this
running frensy, too terrible, too complete, too anonymous”: falling fast,
flying freely, soaring in sections: too abased to sing, too abashed for eye-contact,
while so low snakes offer chairs: our blighted passion, our plighted agonies,
if but to exist!
…debating
your fever, fervent your mind, seated in communion: so deliberate, such
radiance, so free to die: our overseers, those few concerned souls, while
dialogue should be richer: protecting God, or wrangling over Jesus, or defining
our Holy Ghost: such dreams, at radical castles, while flowing into miracles: a
slight caution, an eager appetite, where trepidation is muffled by desire: so
casual, to expect richness, where fire seems appropriate: our moving anxieties,
our flushed faces, our scarred screams: to trust something, to depend upon
something, where souls are devious: at flame and worship, discrediting
meditation, a bit focused on concentration: itchy debates, ridiculous
confusion, while one becomes a light….
…ashes
watching, beds stressing, bodies at war: a woman’s majesty, especially,
something sensuous, at remorse: a private event, a dungeon outcome, where
excitement is mis-measured: but fire to souls, cadence to brains, and communion
to our never-worlds: rapid imagination, rekindled emotion, so fond of something
gunning: or rude this spirit, to put Eternity in those palms, while using us
for happiness: too sacred, too elementary, or too actual…!
