In the crush of sound I think of silence, all around me words and instruments and the clicking of boots on cement crash into my ear in a wreck, in a train with all the cars piling on top of one another, I think
of your eyes, and hands, my belly heats up,
The cold is freezing the toes of my right foot in my boot but my mind focuses on the rain dripping off the edge of my umbrella
and the ghost of your face lit up under it, and your hand in my pocket.
12/17/2014
I want to be pulled apart like a cheesy pizza you waited for all day and then another extra 40 minutes in the oven you hated because it never got hot enough. First my arms out of their sockets like suction cups on the windows of my dads truck, and I could make that same frozen smiling face that the window clings make. Then my legs could pop out and my guts would come pouring out the bottom all classy, come on, play along with a slide whistle, like they do in Mozart’s favorite opera, like in all the Merry Melodies where I would learn my classics and how to pester sleeping dogs and chicken hawks.
Wouldn’t that be great? Wouldn’t that be grand? If all my pieces could be shaken all apart? and you could take me piece and part and adore me, admiring every little bit, my perfect digestible body like Jesus, here ta-da! at the ringing of bells and spells.
Damage
It happens slowly
like ink sinks into paper
like light into water
like stones into mud
We realize the damage we’ve done to each other
the delusion, the waking moment
it tears us
the tear that pulls the ocean out
the longing of the moon
the snub of the sun
Small Celebrations
You’re beginning to look your age darlin’
all eyes and lines wiry without sleep
we toast the dangers of being dangerous
sleeping the days away just to stay awake
dressing up in our best clothes
just see the sun rise in exactly the same way
Our breath’s on the windows we traced
with all our fingers and with some of my toes
we paint on the glass like masters in oils
with my feet on the ceiling, god only knows
We have been afraid for entirely too long
we’ve been hiding from each other
And I think that I would say yes
If you got down on your knees and asked me
If I got down to unzip you with my teeth
Summer
it was the sound of her voice when it tripped into laughter
the fragments strained through the thick lace of smoke and salt
and I was falling headlong into the dirt and splash
like mud into a puddle at her feet thick with a thud
the blurring of line and the disintegration
of that which diffuses from the hum of lips
from the whispers of disembodiment and of teeming hills
both together and apart our hands are blurred
we bury the suns in the sand and pile them with water
till it runs between the walls where our fingers were
On Repeat
I never learned an instrument
But I learned to make you laugh
And your sound filled me up
You resonated in my ear drum
It sounds like music notes
It’s my favorite song whenever
When I think about it now,
It’s really that my words are playing
A tiny xylophone inside your heart
And it makes that giggle come pouring out
It sounds like music notes
It sounds like a song we make together
So maybe I did learn to play
The silliest instrument inside you
The smallest tiniest twinkling sound
Escaping from your mouth
It sounds like music notes
It sounds like the song I could hear forever
people as force 4
I wanted to live in that easy smile. It seemed so simple, like I could walk right into the curl of his lips.
People as Force 3
He had a smooth walk, an intentional everystep. A well practiced vagrant with a crooked tooth smile and eyes like suburban pools. Smoke clung to him, hiding in his pores, licking him dirty instead of clean. We all breathed deeply, second hand drunks. Every inch of him was beer rinsed and he had the sloppy dance of an expert, turning wet beers into warm mornings on floors of found forests, smack in the middle of town.
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