Oh, and tell me how
you are going to find
the treason in my eyes, again?
Stare as you will,
until our pupils dilate in the dark.
You will not see what you came here for --
--My blood.
No flicker or flash of a lie here.
No hidden meaning in my prose.
Only me.
So stare, shoot darting looks from the love-seat.
Sit on your throne.
Stab at me with tear soaked eyes
and running mascara.
Turn your skin bright red,
burst your blood vessels.
Use all of your tricks,
for I have one of my own;
I don't care.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
A World Reversed
The tree limbs creak with the wind as the rain pours upon the grass,
who's blades cut through the dirt to point straight up like soldiers.
The tulips in the garden, yellow and purple, strangled by weeds overgrown.
I can feel them.
Their jealous veins pulsating under the soil.
They lash out at one another for space and nutrients.
Each hoping for a better grip to the ground,
afraid that one day they will fall into the sky.
who's blades cut through the dirt to point straight up like soldiers.
The tulips in the garden, yellow and purple, strangled by weeds overgrown.
I can feel them.
Their jealous veins pulsating under the soil.
They lash out at one another for space and nutrients.
Each hoping for a better grip to the ground,
afraid that one day they will fall into the sky.
Rough
dirt covered hands
black as tar
digging under rock
the stiff drink
the dry cough
a hot water bottle
cigarettes
a bird sounds
five a.m.
sunlight cuts through
broken window blinds
begin again
through pain
end again
black as tar
digging under rock
the stiff drink
the dry cough
a hot water bottle
cigarettes
a bird sounds
five a.m.
sunlight cuts through
broken window blinds
begin again
through pain
end again
____________
You came home carrying a stack of papers, each one blank.
We took an hour and spread them out all over the house; behind cupboards, in shelves, clung to doorknobs, and on the sills of windows.
We put them on the furniture, in the shower, on the coffeepot, and on our favorite books.
I stuck one on the dog, you put one on the bed.
At last, we put one on each other.
Then we set out to write on each piece of paper the word that best describes that spot.
On the windowsill I wrote "sunrise", you wrote "sunset."
On the bookshelf I wrote "knowledge", you wrote "entertainment."
The shower was "clean" for me, and "dirty" for you.
The coffeepot was "energy" for me, "addiction" for you.
On the dog you wrote "mine", I wrote "yours."
On the bed you wrote "mine", I wrote "yours."
On you I wrote "goodbye."
You left mine blank.
As the door closed behind me I wrote "home" on it right underneath your writing - "house."
We took an hour and spread them out all over the house; behind cupboards, in shelves, clung to doorknobs, and on the sills of windows.
We put them on the furniture, in the shower, on the coffeepot, and on our favorite books.
I stuck one on the dog, you put one on the bed.
At last, we put one on each other.
Then we set out to write on each piece of paper the word that best describes that spot.
On the windowsill I wrote "sunrise", you wrote "sunset."
On the bookshelf I wrote "knowledge", you wrote "entertainment."
The shower was "clean" for me, and "dirty" for you.
The coffeepot was "energy" for me, "addiction" for you.
On the dog you wrote "mine", I wrote "yours."
On the bed you wrote "mine", I wrote "yours."
On you I wrote "goodbye."
You left mine blank.
As the door closed behind me I wrote "home" on it right underneath your writing - "house."
August
Crouched down beneath
A hummingbird's fluttering wings
Sizzle in heat
A sun torn apart
Its shards are falling down upon us
Cutting clouds in two
Making monsters in shadow
Our parents wouldn't recognize us
Mom, you wouldn't recognize me
Skin covered in a wet film
Droplets moving from brow to chin
All the oxygen gone
Even blood sweats
We laid on the grass
Conforming to our shapes
When the sun lights us ablaze
You won't recognize me anymore
Dad, you won't recognize me
A hummingbird's fluttering wings
Sizzle in heat
A sun torn apart
Its shards are falling down upon us
Cutting clouds in two
Making monsters in shadow
Our parents wouldn't recognize us
Mom, you wouldn't recognize me
Skin covered in a wet film
Droplets moving from brow to chin
All the oxygen gone
Even blood sweats
We laid on the grass
Conforming to our shapes
When the sun lights us ablaze
You won't recognize me anymore
Dad, you won't recognize me
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