I lost
dreams and screams so tender such deathless coyotes; to forgive his smile, to
die his lake, at arms and drones abused; hell-hounds chasing those eyes watery
while hovering over a sewer; to read his glands, to perish his flux, while needing
something invisible; this harsh weather at base our concern so electric our arc—to
flourish battles, to grit with flames, at daughter a refugee; so powerful those
grains, a seed planted in concrete traffic, abased and damaged again; those
flowers whispering this grave of dynamite our treacherous wild life; those
gates and bars and staring dragons with fire glares; to creep his path, seated
he was, a full pledged maniac; our brief moments, running through deserts, a
cactus as a friend; rebooted and set free, arguing against his image, or
pretending that something for riches would obey a minor tinge; so half way
there or wholeness for rent while Agony was so glorious; our aches to find you,
those loses in you, to find that Love was purposely hidden; abashed or ruined,
studying life scars, abreast of something in our atmosphere; grown man love,
irremovable friendships, so dire an excuse filled with empires; our minds
needing Jesus, our days stalemated, where chess seemed so essential; this gut
fever, this mini-that, while armor knew his longevity; to pump for reasons, so
unbeknownst to us, while one was winning with leprechauns; this mentality is
blood diamonds, this child I once fed, or this mother those eyes so amazingly;
as never aware where temperaments clash and giving becomes a reason to receive;
to tragic pains, our ruthless threads, at fences gripping and looking upon High;
to adore in you, to want something unreal, to collapse, sing souls, and such
remorse for loving; this chilled spicier, those tarsier hawkers, so into
something living; to usurp a castle those rooms demonized our souls awakening
so suddenly; where Love was out of her park and Love didn’t care, asking, Do
you still love me?
I was hit with apathy
laced in miracles those few weeks so marvelous; to re-juice in torrents where
oceans speak rivers as again so captured by malaise; those legs at me those
tears meaning more while one was forced to tackle family; those gigantic hopes
for one so unreal but Love adored hurting herself; such aches and moans and
groaning for a man that couldn’t relate; this new age adornment, this part-time
love affair, where another man is dying for loyalties; our cut trees our
trimmed seas or so gone a man petting a tigress; at days laughing while
realizing such laughs to retreat into this hard won indifference; an awkward
feeling, a dark reality, while feeling normal; a splinter that linchpin, a
miracle our union, while both have drifted into something dangerous; those sharks
and aggression, this life where they do not care, and battles with this elusive
mirror; so at waves, or coursing through longer roads, while a rose just
blossomed from concrete; so adored those songs, so banished for disobedience,
while love means one must submit; this furious fire, this frank disrespect, at
detriments and feeling deceitful. Our arks floating, our doves returning, but
sudden to abandon ship; so realized in this, if but to give love, this thing
becoming this gambit; as never again, this enduring love, but evermore this
dependent love; our souls as spacecrafts, our hearts fleeing, while so inclined
towards nostalgia; those years building this immortal selection where we fret
prior to our calamity; our souls so lonely, our bodies entertained, while writing
if but those freedom chains; accursed for diligence, needing something
forgetting itself, as one determined to die in us; our violin strings, our
mandolin boards, or soft at piano—those rough wranglers, those rougher eyes, or
such beauty a man reneges upon his hatred; accustomed in us, relived in demons,
while so perfect he had to ruin it; our pavement ideals, our realized incompletions,
where Love would have hell to pay; so inclined to river in us as crazed and
abused in us and running back to our ghettoes, trust!
