By holy
fury this pestilence in lands our hankies runny our mind-blood trickling; this
ferret rant those sands this angst in winds a shaman praying her elements; to
drift this way appealing to swanic skies so fixed in pictures or looking
melancholic; this chance to compose our slaughtered rose as daughters flying
mindful of lakes. I resurrect in silence so filthy from battle so accursed to
live negligence; our harping hearts our visual vats at both torture and
tyranny; those ancient rules or this cave without laws at something tragically
terrific. If but an opportunity to expel chaos as one concerned with final destiny;
our wilderness of wild fires those daughters with serenity or one constantly
thinking and pining by privilege; our misnomers attempting to rename items or
attempting to reason through dispositions; our irrational pains where we desire
to heal but we insist on creating more fury; such casual deaths or reversing
violence where I give what I dearly hate to receive; it becomes alienation
while one ponders at wonders concerning those dreary seas. While mother is
comatose and father is drunk and granny is livid a scar and tired; wherewith
are arguments and dragons and deliberate shadows; to undercurrent fire to feel
as never a soul or to crumble this corner screaming at Jesus; our compassionate
neediness or to walk alongside you while requesting a segment of your joy; as
dying blue jays or descending red robins our carpets flushed with ink blotches;
as asked about visions or requested to surrender while both are managing
frustration; this mint by control this ladder with Joseph or curious eyes
disbelieving such clarity. Our years those grounds our mothers in fist-fights
our fathers reasoning with police officers; those olden days this cruel
disjunction while early morning father is back in bed. I pray your nights are
restful and I pray nothing is too vast and I pray birds are cheering while you
type; those hungry hummingbirds pleading this quadroon tigress while white leopards
are ghostly through your horizon; our pantomime moments our fuchsia animas at
pandas feeling deep kinships; if but to erase behavior but behavior is cemented
and acting wild and ignoring responses is uninhabitable: therewith this culture
of feelings while most forget their infractions but I must admit I rekindle
those demons daily; to remember the futon to remember the empty freezer and to remember
no one was quite interested in me; but here’s some truth, I remember the car
ride where dishonesty had gone too far; this thing, Love, and I hope you never
do it, Love, nevertheless, do not become involved if it’s not your intention to
try: such cold weather where most are looking for the best while many remain
unsatisfied.
some
soil is seedless and desires tillage while some seeds have developed into walnut
trees; this rift this confusing deliberate rift has become for most a headache;
but some are holding strong and only divine intervention where God sits in
their laps shall divorce this chaotic rift: if the prophet believes in God, why
hasn’t God delivered him from death, or better, where are the prophet’s powers?
I disappear at seconds saying something controversial while most are not in our
favor; it becomes a Labrador hacking and coughing where we take notice and figure
out what is transpiring; it would be cruel to ignore the sickly animal while it’s
in our power to fix the issue; but humans are different and difficult as seeing
sickness and inclined to wish-think it away; however, no amount of gripes change
minds and father is indebted and thus father must kiss the grim-reaper. we permit
the moon to stay vigil but daily the sun must shine while waves are settled in
oceans. our situation has become its width where we might feel inclined to sing
for something that must arbitrate showing wisdom—while most hate therapy and
disapprove of courts where life isn’t as pleasant as those earlier years—but the
hell with aids for something terrific is occurring: that man that bestial un-relinquishing
man might surrender his ghost!
