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February 5, 2013
the back of your head against my washed pillowcase by ~ChloroformBoy
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Literature Text
I find it
disconcerting
that
you are the King
of my own Head
& that I am
subjugated
by my own
temptation
My bones, your
welcome mats,
cushioned
to your insatiable
satisfaction
--
I find this
discomforting,
your constant
rebirths in my
libido, despite
three years of
silent therapy,
false recovery
& worshipping
the wrong gods
you are the best muse
for struggling artists
everywhere & worst
case of the bubonic plague
since the bubonic plague
--
I find you
disenchanted
in the middle
of any where,
peeling flesh,
lulling sullen
sirensongs at
3AM
I shot a flock
of phoenixes
& ate Adam's
poison apple
yet
I remain ignor
ant and ignor
ed by you
--
I find Nothing-
decontaminate
your stovepipe
& leave me be.
disconcerting
that
you are the King
of my own Head
& that I am
subjugated
by my own
temptation
My bones, your
welcome mats,
cushioned
to your insatiable
satisfaction
--
I find this
discomforting,
your constant
rebirths in my
libido, despite
three years of
silent therapy,
false recovery
& worshipping
the wrong gods
you are the best muse
for struggling artists
everywhere & worst
case of the bubonic plague
since the bubonic plague
--
I find you
disenchanted
in the middle
of any where,
peeling flesh,
lulling sullen
sirensongs at
3AM
I shot a flock
of phoenixes
& ate Adam's
poison apple
yet
I remain ignor
ant and ignor
ed by you
--
I find Nothing-
decontaminate
your stovepipe
& leave me be.
Literature
I Mean to Get You Alone
You have sharp
pulse-elevating teeth
the stuff I imagine heart attacks
are made of
I'm bent on selling you a handful of smiles
specifically crafted
to distract you from the fact that
I have almost nothing to say
and now you're steering this conversation
in a direction that suggests you've
forgotten that I
don't watch movies or do much of
anything but work which maybe
explains why one glass of wine gets me
wrapped around you
car to streetlight
crash style
mangled limbs
breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has
expired
you're leaning in and all I can think is
I don't have insurance
Literature
for once
Cold
blackempty
like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided
Drenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veins
surrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,
like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours
And as the rain falls harder
as it falls faster
washing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,
for
once
just
once
i pray it takes me with
Literature
despondent
i.
"are you sleepy today?"
"yes."
"but you were sleepy yesterday."
"i know."
ii.
she stirs her pomegranate green-tea until it turns from clear to purple
setting it on her bedside table and climbing back into bed again.
her fingers follow the bluer-than-usual constellation veins on her wrists and down
to the freckle on her forearm and then the scar on the inside of her elbow
crossing the tendon as if it were crux.
and then she remembered that God hasn't been with her lately.
iii.
today is long and sunny but when she steps outside the humidity creaks her bones
and her skin starts to inflame.
she assumes that if getting the mail
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I had one of those dreams again. You were there, naturally, pretending you had better places to be, better thoughts to soil, better people to bless with headaches.
--
this stays between me & winter plathogens
--
this stays between me & winter plathogens
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Somehow his is like my favorite poetry ever, and I don't understand a word of it. But I feel like at the same time I get what every feeling laced in the verses. Like reading some random language and persuading yourself that you pretty much know what it says.
You don't.
You don't.