Friday, October 16, 2020

Orange Leaves

 Trying to Get to that Space! 


I would express love or speak love but unknown to love. that swelling religiosity while Love is holy but oh so reckless. such building the edifice the scream; so adaptive so compatible where Love is lama, python, or alligator. so shook inside while we adore each other as to worship an ideal. so young as raised together our families so traditional. by greater grandparents to mother & father, where all were dearly committed. such Ivy League creatures such stalwart ethicists so much atop philosophies. or we look stupid lying to religion so sunk in needs of independence—the beauty of strength the laughs in greed where we forgive humanness. so sweet to me so damn near crazy for me such unreality tasting like piano. by cognitive science or psychoanalyses at Freud with a giggling regret; to die in June to parade in November so drunk off of pain; our March springs to sit in rain where loving you is indestructible; so many arms in you such sorrow or tyranny in you while you fiend to hurt self. our monogamy screams our three children our marriage as sitting on high. to bleed blueness to arrive in sadness but such yogic mystics. to arrange a meeting to summons gods at life with the fury of the leopard. exhausted by love passing out off of love so clean while filthy about love. such bodily wars such deep aches as seated all night getting affairs in order. where a child approaches, kisses our cheeks, & walks back to his dreams. the cologne your passion, those intrinsic looks I crave, while hurt one is growing—to announce to self the parallels of adoration. such palatial eyes such a body such a brain—to die with me on frontline with me a shrine a cure a curse in me. by calibers by crocodiles so much a compassionate dinosaur; so clinical our private reality where it was never betrayed; the woman is my shadow, those lovers they call, while we entertain our shrills. such magnolia cries such zinnias in fall or autumn an orange leaf. such social nuggets so proud to have lived so gathered by departure.         


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