She has been revealed to me
cold and metaphysically
pressed into
white fallen drifts of soft winter snow
frozen
Iced then
thawed out
into sullen dooryards of Sunday architecture
how darkened shadows mount a Thursday manor staircase
into February's late afternoon insipidity
aloof in remote hidden caves of a west Albanian peninsula
tenuously wrought in cavernous lime-stoned canals
aligned in a granite wreathed vortex
of boring rock manifestation
- optically stolen sedimentary where
obscured primates gradually hibernated into
prehensile graduation from the
bedrock academy school
for retard atheists
into a futile millennium of prehistoric deity
the hunt was
the hunted on
quail
ii) (we have been known to get residential and not specific enough)
Saturday angel and I reposed alone together
on sofa afternoons as
guiltless hours transpired shamefully
into gilded snow-scenes of neighborhood weekends by
the old local precinct house
our siblings set a dining room table tapestry demurely
through draped household windows imbibing
golden heat on lustrous summer evenings
alive in renovated renaissance of
yesterdays heartless corridors in
tranquil dreams of golden hours yet to dwindle
onto our predestined timeline
anxiety came restlessly in enervate waves
from a framed feminine portrait in a
non-existent intercity dining-room
decadent decades ago
when it was okay to bleed
now
not only is it not
okay now
its too late
to lay-out seasonal clothes
in windy spaces along
backyard playgrounds of
raw county-line bigotry
(as a brilliant azure skyline resides in blue atmospheric resilience)
iii) (April is the cruelest avenue to passe euphemisms)
above grit city alleyways
pigeons fluttered and wavered atop telephone wired streetlamps
spread out against an urban landfill horizon
of inbred infidelity in
backdoor garden glimpses
artificial and omniscient lilac-stalks thrived vibrantly
sweltering in summer's fiery hearth
complacently indignant daytime curtains
of springtime's poignant senescence
similes from heaven of
cloudless celestial chambers
questioning ourselves thoughtlessly as
hours trickled beyond submission my
vindicated bloodline wavered your
pale narrow wrist attempted clutching a
kilned porcelain mud-hut antique
Navajo and Autumn, turquoise
auburn-caked and august-tanned
syndicated, thwarted
ultraviolet, cancerous, fattened
then bludgeoned
iv) (her bullshit is uptown now)
She makes herself present at holiday intervals with
shrunken Broadway bones that shackle themselves
to manly uptown radiators
in filthy tenements such as these
she remains reckless and insubordinate at best
her thin russet summer gown of elegance
retrospectively nauseates me in putrid morning air
her company is limited and embarrassing
if I was told to kill her
by god
I would violently and not by choice
with blood-red claws
hacking fleshy sinews
to decapitation
her decomposing entrails
spoiled labor-day weekend that year
and what's more
bothered me in the short-term
to marry a woman like this is
to commit a crime beyond compensation
to one's self
strenuously gathering effort to exist
her daffodil footwear is grotesque and innocent
please don't lead me to an August hospital room
holding back birdlike regurgitation
dainty at best
her slim shoulders separate
a naive demeanor along brittle April winds
March came in angry determination
and departed fervently
in moss-like delirium
these sullen riversides of arbitrary climate
unravel sinuous trails of canal-thronged Appalachians
v) dawn's highway or/ a gentle conclusion
We passed through dreamlike stages parallel
on flickering nighttime interstates
enduring variant years of reproachable ministries
our actions went unrewarded along these tiresome pilgrimages
through uncharted seaboard counties
a traveler from the west, a rugged male type of about forty years
his Americanized ken at times went from east to west
telling me in his Pontiac pick-up one home-style morning
fatigue and heartburn circumscribed my twentieth century chest
"chemicals don't lie, we do"
Jim and I dallied through these tangerine outlined dawns
as radiant sunbeams made their way from a sawdust horizon
"we all want the same things at different times, or sometimes different things at the same time, there comes a time in every man's life when he needs to put down the liquor and drink more coffee, start indulging in things that kill you slower than faster,"
"now would be the best time for me to quit drinking"
said I, strung-out and beaten, I let him have it
the springtime
is now
if you're alive
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