by veil those dingy skies. by roots to see
you. so unlocked.
borne to tremors such as stigmata so
thrown into you.
sore infancy. struggle to insist. or pride
for easier chains.
indelible man such
to die those rags—or comfy something un-healing. beds by commonsense by tender
breakage so benighted by courage. different dreams or tucked in sockets while
beige. printed by history at heuristic anguish or heavy culture. our arms
withdrawn where there is need for reaching. compassion hotwired. so early at it
warn debts. such reared panacea! to want something, by earnest need, while loose-leaves
are taboo. our social papyrus our midnight bodies while most humans are
disgraced. to see me those lines. to feel me those deaths. or to leave me so
swiftly. to need fairy tale, or desperate for perfect comedy, while such a wreckage
yard. so viable those months so disarmed where it never gets serenity.
(there
was fugue in us.) there was whips or stores or age in us. so acapella so
determined where intuition was scrambled. by streetlights or footlights or
lighthouse trysts. we would encore damages. there was a concerto screaming. the
maestro was frenzied. those misty eyes they would become inert where souls are
considered disgusting. thus, so much shame where people meet in such a way to
die together. our filthy tears or so much mud if but to take this space; at
chorus at elegy or at another person’s obituary. so pulled by noire so thrown
into another soul while disliking his nature. but a song to me but rain in me
but it can’t be carried—those struggles those balloons this up-ride promising a
downward slope.
I
grow tired. the nocturne skin takes its pains. I grow
intolerant.
(but an opus-laugh but fierce fire while one understood.) I’d give it back. if
something was greater. where in me is activity. I need not a carnival. I determine
self. while loneliness approaches even with company.
by requiem to
arrive at you. such raw indentures. (I was glad to leave. it was chains in
essence. I was angst to hear you.) it was melodious. the way you teased
utensils. where I felt self-awareness. by timbre to color in a vestibule held
hostage so under weather. to have something fortunate. as in its identity. a
touch of independence. this cruel creature. this loathed vampire. with deaths
to illustrate.
in
bellows to assist if but to arrange by funeral: the death of poetry, the life
of indifference, while close enough to feel uneasy. such as was asserted with
minimum debate while detour meant liaison. (softer sounds. art alienation.
while so in there nothing quite erases!)
