Thursday, April 19, 2012
an untitled poem about i dunno.
its amazing what a grazing from a one inch razor can do to stop aging. One minute you're star gazing and praising the distance between yourself and the infinite equation, from conception of thought to painful memories that keep playing. The next you're on a table under lights meeting the fable. Long beyond stable and they're unable to bring you back with jumper cables. They dimmed the lights on the hazel as the eyes rolled back like a discount store label. But you can't put a price on life, a small slice and you're reaching heights beyond an angel's sight. Beyond a souls flight. So far away from that blade of grass that smelled so nice. So far from the smile you lost on the 15th night. Now you're a cadaver, a pile of matter who doesn't matter on stormy eves as lightning strikes and stars scatter. The vultures chatter as they gather and circle above the fallen ladder. A grazing, abrasion, hanging out in the basement. You put a price on life and he collected the payment.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
gold
as i flirt with the shadows. as i tempt the darkness. I walk a thin line between compassion and heartless. my heart's on my sleeve and bloods on her carcass.
Her name was Gold and she was priceless. I met her in a crisis. A chaotic vacuum of mud and ice picks.
We were each others salvation. She was my cleansing, i was her inebriation. A one year vacation from rabbit ears on her head transmitting static stations. And when all was sorted i was escorted back to the house where the windows were boarded.
For 13 months I sat between these walls alone in waiting. waiting for never ending winter. night fall. but i never bothered to see if it snowed. i watch the floors grow mold as the paint on the ceiling erodes. I'm still here. And so are you. I thought this watch was magic but my soul's still black and blue. Not a moment passes, not a breath escapes. that you don't wander through my mind like we were holding hands just yesterday.
And i can let go, but to another I can't hang on. Ive heard a thousand melodies but you're still my favorite song.
i. will. never. stop. loving. you.
Her name was Gold and she was priceless. I met her in a crisis. A chaotic vacuum of mud and ice picks.
We were each others salvation. She was my cleansing, i was her inebriation. A one year vacation from rabbit ears on her head transmitting static stations. And when all was sorted i was escorted back to the house where the windows were boarded.
For 13 months I sat between these walls alone in waiting. waiting for never ending winter. night fall. but i never bothered to see if it snowed. i watch the floors grow mold as the paint on the ceiling erodes. I'm still here. And so are you. I thought this watch was magic but my soul's still black and blue. Not a moment passes, not a breath escapes. that you don't wander through my mind like we were holding hands just yesterday.
And i can let go, but to another I can't hang on. Ive heard a thousand melodies but you're still my favorite song.
i. will. never. stop. loving. you.
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