repainted

Women huddle like white knuckles inside, concerned for the sweet promise of sweat and posture and candid propositions drifting off into another world-- the flowers abandoned by the stems. And for clean shaven seltzer bubbles buried alive in champagne poured tombs, fatigue becomes a habit. The slick green side of wayward words, an accomplice. Words like "if" and "no" and "will" and "why" pour heavily from a brown bag and never remind the mouth of any distinct memory or flavor while hypnotic light-entrailed holes in the Styx River float toward the surface. A smear of men prepare to hoist themselves though a placid invitation in the bourbon's skin, awaiting the atmosphere's joust-ready shoulders. It hardly matters how vigor hides itself in young legs. Surrender, as a quiet infliction, sediments the body, and the touch of humility threatens it like a bee sting.

Sometimes consideration dangles from helpful distance in front of the mounting collection of why-eyed women weeping together like flour and water and eggs.  But how many tears and stuffed pink necks and self-inflicted starstuck eyes mix into a runny batter.. instead of fine dough.

Discourged by night and ecouraged by morning to bargain for the memory of strong cunning impatient hands to reappear and resolve the temporary momentum of the loins.  Evenings signed in uncertain nuances of kissing and disappearance, always promised, always abandoned.. and no one willing to haggle with her.

She dies for several calendar pages of days while everything lives. In the season of departure, other hearts never seem to stop beating even after they stop calling. Everything continues to live.
Her habits have grown polyps where life's habits typically grow disguises.
She grows older while the kernel of life underneath her angry foot, stubbornly grows sideways to reach the sun any way it can.

Smoking brought him delicate lungs. But that didn't hinder his ability to stir her with seasoned sideorder cook strength, wiping his work on the outside of a proud verbal apron. His poetic mating urges became tight brown abdominal care..because she looked before she leaped. And she saw what she could love before she would love.

And you longhaired mosaics hustle around the city in a cross-legged trance of sad warmth, hard independence, rubbery thick skin, watching from an anxious curse that urges you onto your tippy toes, trying to see everything at once. But seeing yourself looking scientifically at airplane and movie ticket stubs is your reward. Holding a long played poker hand of photographs, handwritten letters, and extra large button-down shirts is your sentence..  the frivolous investigation of the century begins every time you pause for breath. Not only has the criminal committed his quiet profession and left unhurried, but disappeared into another woman‘s nest.. laying down on a couch watching the window. He glances into and dives out of a newspaper, preparing lines in a speech from a crisp lettuce head of sacred words, not for you. For Hope. For Faith. For Deborah.

And there she sits... still trying to imagine the horrors associated with each casually rooted tooth pulled from her life, the train wreck that must be going through his mind... That isn't.

Harmony's crust embraces him much sooner in the distraction of sums just as stacks of corrugated cardboard boxes fit into each other's arms by disappearing.
The sport of distance-- coaxing brand name women out of brand name jeans from the other side of the room, though the holes in the fence, distilling distance down to a science via a boundary of privy silken rituals.

These are the faces that eye each other with agricultural silence thoughout the day..no closer than arm's length, touting and tolerating, accepting everything and administering one thing-- the gunpoint of relative love. As a sea of human cereal topped off by a tablespoon of sugar sprinkled statistics can't promote anything less than a cavity in natural law.

I find it almost impossible to give an explanation, why ignoring the persistence of seasonal things quenches the thirst for everything.