hate in its ascendency 4/13/19

hate only has moments of acne, skin-surfacing

facials with lip service presenting the tide of it all

seething has time by its tic-toc sweaty family jewels

yet seething has origins beyond topical account

for they are the optics of the unseen

hearsay that never shaves

yet seething is always asking 

for visceral to come into visuals

give me the breath beyond the last one 

I will ever take

I want the inhale from then linked to now

and not to know of it 

in an oxygen beneficial way

just the feeling of ascent 

wrapped in termination’s robe

leaving the guttural 

for guzzling the gravy of the now-unknown

no more the sizzle 

or the bristle about

or the feel of topical heartburn within

I want the beneficence of rage

but now free from being topic bound

I want the sacred of rarified passionate madness

the blue flame of oneness

without the flicker of brightness into blaze

I want the wildfire of ambient love

the termination of the particulars 

of grasp, clutch or seize

no more the journey as metaphor 

genius without comparative truth in hand

the deity of allness discovered 

as the loss of self

I know, hate was my initial calling card

and seething my delivery style

but honesty, I unconsciously meant well for then

and surely now,

without a target on my back

or a conclusion in my mind . . .