her unintentional intensity posted by imani , Thursday, July 9, 2009 at 4:02 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

i.
her unintentional intensity,
tense, unperturbed, illogical
frightens the shit out of your
skull in a fashion that
would leave anyone at
the end of their wits.

ii.
her unintentional intensity
illuminates and obliterates
that which lacks complexity
in a manner that extinguishes
your minute, dreamy, make-believe fire
exhaling an elegy of ashes
from your lethal, lethargic mouth.

iii.
her unintentional intensity
filling what once was just a blank,
passionless, desecrate desert
of black would-have-beens
the painful, unremitting evocation
of smoke from the cunning
cigarette filters tainting your
lips with cancer.

iv.
her unintentional intensity
beguiling even the shadow of your
juvenile delusions that lead
to wet dreams and raging hormones
your eyes peeping through the
midnight hole and into hers,
deep into her mystic, dark beginnings
finally summoning a brutal war
of rhetorical provocation.