Animals outside my window. Bold as joining in flight. By the wind flying. Communicating as only animals can do. Listen. Mating rituals abound. Hammer the trureality. Burlap. I feel the years go by. Too many raptures. Too many I could have. And like all these animals being natural just because. I feel naked. But by your side. I feel like I can be you. Hold a mirror to my face. We are animals. Stand next to me. Shine your skin to the mirror. We are animals. Natural as the birth right. We are the bears. Vicious. Loving. Is this conscious what keeps me. I felt forsaken. Jealous once. No more. Nothing worth being jealous over anymore. My music. My writing. My birth. My time. My age. My distance. My coming so far. Red. Red. Red is a tie. As certainty joins a union. Written language explodes on the scene. What scene. Who the scene. Why scene. Is the scene. Once the fool lived. Is the world thought of you. Is the world thought of me. Plain narcissism. Resist. Capitalize on another’s mistakes. Like animals playing with the lightning rod. Shock goes the big one and us. Small takes over. Light. Fight. Dismal. Pale. A knoll. Mountain tops gravity. Excess is the stick. Measure upside down. Natural as the sex created me. No one has sex. Sex is too bold. Sex is honor. Honor is not sex. But the horror stories are made to scare. Heard all the way up. Children. Animals. Ready to bring the wild into the universe. Was that the question. The answer. Hold the hand called mine. My. Understand. Upperstand. Make up words. Animal calls. Cat calls. Dog barks. The bird goes tweet. I left with the English language. Good to order a burger. Or yell at another poor victim.
Once can not ever resist understanding these nights. Up so late. Late. Mornings call. Myst arises by the window. To sleep. No insomnia. A chance. A time. Thanks to the giving nature I receive around. Every time I feel like stopping. Trains of fucking with my own head taken away. Comments from people. I have mine. She is around me now. Around me as the beauty calls. I waited. I waited. Patient to find her. Her. She. Her. She. Not a candy bar. Tastes better than chocolate. I’ve united myself. I wish I could bleed. I will again someday. Bring it on. On it bring. It bring on. It on bring. Dirty. I never felt dirty in animal pastimes. Calling all the Formica lovers. Floor waits. Make the love. I want to be an animalistic ritual. I. The creator of religion. Creator of selfish heroism. Need I explain. On my own. Unity redesigns. On my time. Communion sits settled beyond my comprehension. Never passive. Never aggressive. Never anything worth calling a psychiatrist for. Just a. Ocean. Vast. Wide. Filled with differing pastimes. Ideas. Creatures contained in the ideals. Lovers justification. Untied by ‘baby.” You got the time. Significant to me. When a smile comes over your face. I become a child. Happy as giving mommy a drawing I did. All I wanted was a face to look into. Feelings. This is not animal. I am not known what is animal.
Stir up the misguided fortunes caused in past lives. Bring those closets back to me. We shall start a fire. Watch the bitter times fall behind forever. Knotted up left clear. And we stand together watching as animals howling at the moon goddess. Fires of emotion. Wrapped in blue—yellow—orange—red. Forever goes the peering past binding. Here to the creation we make. We made. A future tidal wave. Questions led to me. Answers led to you. Fractured in the months, years, decades. I lived. I live. Here stand. You stand. Animals together. Kissing as only we can do. With a connection. Burning fire. Keeps our naked animal bodies close warm. Connected as the internet. No disconnection between us. Risks taken. All over again. For the power given. We are animals. Restricted to a fate not seen. Pale actors in another man’s fantasy. Somewhere. Bigger. Better. Smarter. Entertainment we are to the nation not fancied to be seen. Ignorant. We do not care anymore. Taking the long road to get to where I want to go. I ain’t in a hurry. I don’t need no shortcuts. I’m following my unpaved path. Standing right next to you.
