Here I Am Stirring the Senses

Here I am stirring the senses

And listening to the Rolling Stones

As they once existed in England

Now you always say that you want to be free

But you’ll come running back to me

Coiled into introversion the way I found you

There’s an engine beside the syntax

Of a river causing it to arrange itself

In funny currents and giants of garlic and thorn

Scattering itself into oars where the mockingbird

Sings and the threads are heavenly. Equilibrium

Feels good. Doesn’t it? Balance yourself

On a line of poetry and consider the light

Of the candle. We only bring them out when

The wind tears through the shitty infrastructure

Of this city and causes a power outage. Things

Get romantic quickly. Out come the candles

And quills and the skin itches with all the toxins

Inside the body that want to come out and express

Themselves as ideas. Well, what’s an idea? Can you

Tell me? When the elevator arrives and the door

Opens do you sometimes expect to see angels

Discussing Cubism? Use your biology to top

The similarity of violins. There’s got to be strings

In this world or the music will just hang

In the air like a universe. The weight of this

Emotion is anonymous and bubbles

As I crawl across the floor looking for my impact

On society. I know it’s here someplace

I know a good magician when I see one

Saw a woman in half and accelerate the noise

Of my skin. Syntax squeezes the water as it glides

Over my head like a big idea of spectacular perspective

And all I can do is offer you a sonnet giving birth

To an evergreen shaking in the wind like a garage

That later turns gray in the mind and real

As the imagery of heaven on a coin of jelly