I read a slogan or
mediated a logo or softer harmonies; such literature such marvelous winners or
women a bit discontent; such melody such penchants while pensive a dove or
frustrated; to have trefoils in you or to collapse behind love where others
were reluctant to confess defeat. Those toned eyes those brown pearls while it
was a wild ride. I could die this minute with a lavish funeral and but five in
attendance. Our devastated bowels our itchy intestines or our brains hung or
given away. This mountain song this fierce destruction if but to hold something
complying with ethics; this balloon of anger this tale of redemption while I live
in limbo. Those furtive actions so unethical while vying for entrance; but hell
be good or legacies be abstract where concrete is melting; this fair fight this
favor in fragrances where Love would, but so indiscreetly.
I agonized
softly. I knew for this discomfort. And Abigail was furious.
…how was it
interpreted—in this web you created—while a death-row man is pointing wands;
was it unprovoked, is the poet not justified, or better, is it truly so light a
matter; maybe, jus maybe, its darkness is us: there is a miscalculation on your
part; for control seems an issue, or distrust, disdain, and deliberateness on
our parts; must a man dissociate or fire so partial or a legacy in winter;
while watching so moody that way: must a man ask a superior for understanding;
of course, he must, in a sagelike situation, but not here, in this realm, while
I’m partial to sadness: this skyglass this spyware or so at heaven it appears
through hours; this cut in us this fury we live why I seem congested; but you
knew something you wrenched in heart while so beautiful the angst travels; this
curse in bleeding this mortal anniversary or this immortal energy; and yes,
this ruling is solid penalty, this daughter a dear challenge or this situation
so destined; for pain was music or thetic displeasure where everything is
monopoly: the blue moon those hazel-browns while a fool has sat to watch you in
control—and it has been devastation…!
…this ink at
longer life this fate at dear abuse while I have never met one to exploit as
opposed to being taken; to explain: some muse and become destroyed where others
become this monster so steep it feels compassion this angst in guts this force
in distinction while I can’t make an exception; the language is familiar the
rain is furious where over-there she watches and I wonder why; to hate his guts
to hate his participation to change “Her” daughters’ name—or to give it to one
that ignored all the signs; but you, this is about us, this tendency we have to
fluster control; a soul gunned by flames this fireball quick its source (while if
good is wanted, good should be given); but too far into it, too engraved by it,
while something new is determined to see mania: huh: calling I can’t do, or
admission I can’t give, while this sounds absurd: those days that office, those
persons that office—was that for me…so charged you’re a locomotive, at so much
knowledge and so rooted and mis-fathomed—those trenches to know such insanity
this line this sea those California dolphins…!
