Hinterland
Everyone, I’ll shout it’s never enough works,
Not for urban, densely populated jerks.
Today, the action is dull, I can hear.
Risible children are waiting for fear
Of not pleasing their elders quite enough;
The truth is rougher, humor off the cuff.
Escape love, escape brilliant kiss, I asked
Remote from relationship to outlast
Regions, to outlast previous loves, to seek
Acquiescent and pretty feathers,
a sheik’s
Enthusiasm could have kept me as his own.
No one should keep me but what about my son?
Too old the pattern of the deciduous
Uncommon lovely princes amorous
Someone took them by their ties these men (of yore)
I sought life for me and myself alone, poor
Advice from churches diving me into grave
Sorrow, showing me less and less how to
save
Myself from myself; and now I vegetate.
One of my dreams is to jump from state to state.
Epileptic fits from the diagnosed girl.
Pulling a fire alarm, a rustic churl
Is living off the land completely able
Lucifer was just a smokescreen, his fable
Eligible for other characters each
Thoroughly good or evil yet out of reach.
This fantasy must stop every day because
I can’t figure out why I’m writing this clause,
Curtains keep the night sky out.
This chair is nice.
Of course it’s bland to see nothing, of either strength or vice
Either strength or
vice. It would be nice to be
Quizzed by that man, to imagine that he
Understood me and what I wanted to be
(In his house,) to feel desired, to not be thrown
Like trash to a painted curb. He wears a crown.
A little less praise for how nice the steady
Tired man is laboring, each day heady
Equilateral triangles like perfume
Replenish architect’s imaginations
Or like honeysuckle, drenched, a sensation, to exhume