meanwhile,
at sheer incandescence,
those shimmering faces.
our media life.
our flare for what outwits us.
our discontent,
our deer pleasure. blazing in
passion,
agaze in heat,
fervid florescence. gleaming glares, hula hooping hips, unreasonable derrière.
glowing like luminescence, living in anguish, for needs infuriating illusions.
tart illumination,
radiance most
deceptive, inmost whales. some will
twinkle, they become glitter,
sweet sunbeam’n
ecstasy.
agony becomes
luster, spirit sheen becomes lascivious, art becomes bodies crawling on glass;
shards etching into flesh, misery showcased, listening to self
groan.
near a flashlight is
an unsteady thought; a
flashbulb is
wincing.
more arcs than
humans. more cages than
animals.
some are
dreamwood, dogma sanctified, ink
sockets. most souls are restless. most souls need
assistance. more souls are escaping into cloisters. too much danger. too many
catastrophes. most souls repeat their sagas.
life is Chess, Monopoly,
Jigsaws, Chance, Gin Rummy, out-and-out Gambling Tables. triumph is hard
insistence.
impious.
visceral.
appetites desire
shame.
we say, “Wasteland,”
issues ensue. some
pole, maybe a totem pole,
maybe a government
pole. a soul to her
humors, a spirit
to his assertions, a child to his
studies. gnashing flesh, gnawing morale, at
problems, made
plural, in a perfect
non-discussion.
