such
fantastic wins too pure for us too arrested by profanities; as a precious whiff
a purposed piccolo or a clairvoyant cello; those screams seeming forbidden
while dejected by hopes—to listen for pains to invest in cords as creatures so
ecstatic: I did magic, Art, so secluded in this clown’s chamber, plus, this
closet speaking mythically; mothers walking with kids, fields with softballs,
and old Chevy’s sitting on bricks; those terrifying blueberries those raspberry
tonics, so toxic so lost or found in something he couldn’t keep; esteemed in
music re-listening closely at penchant and vice and organ; our minds so aloof,
attempting to compose, while tugged so distractingly; those brown havens to
request our days if but so enlove and dead to arise against it; but yours has
its gravels those pavement feelings attempting to guide something steadily; a
tear those times a scrape those knees a bump we sense is acne; our acme pits,
our palatial castles, our core frenzies or freezer burn; so baptized this
endless ritual this saving grace—to convince our children about this legacy
where most are chasing each other; so young and debated, so dreaded about
everything, or determined to win existence; those fire lenses those
accounts inwardly while a man breaks glaciers attempting to make goodness; as
dying or living or both this vest this stamp those embarrassments—while divesting
turmoil, or tragic about loss, where terrific opposes our private assessments. Those
barking intuitions those travails in traumas or travel so close to where we’ve
been; our hectic understandings, those fervent vines, while a soul’s through
thorns and crazed—those polite refusals this silent moon this destitute
wilderness—this sylvan harbor those ships to seas at something tragic and grand
and loving; to root in you, to loot in you, to laugh like heaven isn’t lethal;
as paused a second, to come to lights, at thirty dining with father; our hopes
and screams our demons and ghosts this phantom with ten tigers; to summons a
goddess to request forgiveness while something laughs hysterically; our bashful
sorrows, our core frustrations, abused in music and feeling blues; at jazz and
jingles at jasper and hex so re-healed pardoned by old breakage; to share a
concern, this private miracle, where we’ll never meet our souls; those full
forced frenzies, those golden galaxies, associated with animals; to adore those
charms, to remember something off-putting, while silenced and aching something
nonconsequential; those legs gunning, this hurdle so high, to clear it through
agonies; this push in brains this graph in blueprints so cursed in something I’ll
never escape.
bouncing
so high and gripping a balanced act if but to seclude feeling something trenchant;
this chase for normality this roof by potentialities as needing something others
deem as important; these strange islands, this filmed memorization, while
tugging to something that might debilitate; our inner refusals our interior
galaxies where an ideal suffocates a portion of brains; to become a puritan,
while unbeknownst to self, so up-close so oceanic those gems speaking their
courage; those porticos this last but unforgiven year while needing to ghost an
old feeling; to come to you wide with wrenches to adjust and die while some
bolts have been welded tightly; this furious fire, this felt and frantic and
gusts gliding where something softer became radiant sorrow—those cords so
adored those strings taken for granted at tragic but sensitive solutions; such agriculture
and anger so aloof so animalistic at angels and angles where sin has become
abortion; those tyranny eyes, those travesty eyes, at something pure those
relentless eyes; too dead to give with life or too alive to skip this existence
where beauty was such a rich purposive; our kites those winds as creatures counselled
or so disgusted while enjoying a passive revelry; if but this traffic, those
glorious antennas, while Love has an inner ear; such forests and so many trees
where a cliché seems appropriate; to invert readily, to concert a miracle, to
die but thrice!
