Live and Give

Finding Victor to run see spot run … Let her out of bag, growing disturbed at isles of death fat.

His destination, illimiting the rue and ensue, letting it fabricate, get all slippery with possibility.

The surly and devout, made to measure like counting treasure, royal coil of strangle in pleasures that recant pant cant. Enchantment the told druid droll…

Expanding across sympathies – charmed, uncontainable! Splits open time, into eternities of gladness sadness madness. 

Buried in the shadows escaping into light.

Contemptuous with the now – ? 

Nil and fill, swirling into mischief and firestorms purity of petulance and glee.

Wildly sadly badly so. Distraught with it.

LuLu’s heart as its breaking turns invigilated, in a stir up of license, a way-sliding of enablers in proximity with 1) the present 2) the not present and 3) daily breadth of love and death.

Hopes forlorn, overborn, again and again, torn from bountiful socket of sublime of time, willful, up in arms, wistful with expectation, wonder, astonishment, razors edge and like the sorrow of heaven, despairing for a fight.

Distance and its dizziness, magnetic, sharp and contrite – 

Increasingly vicious in defense of bewildering throws, teetering on densities that edge over humpty’s veil like a wall, croaking at the emptiness, mindful of its blindness, falling through oracles of the vanishing, suddenly traumatized – lionizing –

Finding a sweetness in its insalubrity that is inviting and giving into it. Love is sticky, sticks to her, like smoke. Waging a war between reality and Senora de las Sombras ?

Dare to care ! Dare to be there –

Every aversive an apotheosis, a charm, an unsparingness, sub-mirroring subtleties of the infinite, tastebuds of god – haunting the hungry in her: joyous, solemn, fizzling, breathless, buggy – and also smash-mouth.

Grace – always hinging on a contingency –

Never trust the present ? Distensible from the present – catchall and truant.

Give into it? No no not again ! no more no more…

Forgo the wilding subversive flow !

Spurn water wakes next morning, a withering bug out, that is heartsick and morose. LuLu mysteriously resentful, waylaid burning at its stake, in mournful waves of hate. Searing, taunting, uncontainable…

Victor –

What belays freezing in fires of hell – warming only to its spell.

Grifts and Lifts

Online at Post Office.

Ten waiting in line in front of LuLu. Sending another package to Victor. The sending packages thing.

LuLu sends things. And not just to Victor. Searching for something to do with it all, enable fable label…

Tug of love, a luminous drug for breaching the impossible –

LuLu’s zeal fractures and flutters, ailing gale for tail, love and kite awakening to a wilderness escaping into terror and beauty where it rises and cradles and wrestles with delusions gaping at the compulsion, sleep is a slave escaping tyranny? ecliptic and dazed.

Time makes her frantic. A ferocious festering wave of peeve and relish — make-a-stand angels ? Santa Muerte‘s untamable unnamables.

Dancing in the dark, falling falling, shills with desire –

Suddenly freak show stripping? At wilding scares, elves of selves cavorting with liberation, arrant and –

Lark hopeless assassins ? Stealing laughs, wicked slacker gaffs that subvert and divert her dismay, at its uprising. To root out the dis ease of its deadly breeze – Shocks LuLu, with its ever widening dislocations.

And how LuLu fell in love with its ecliptical imagination invagination scatter and stamp and tramp and camp and damp and rub the lamp! And stuck there preying.

Gave rope to gaps at the pull of its strings, awakened to a trigger pitch, absurdly devoted tumbles at edge of despair, guiles in sympathy with !