Creatures like us
think too much about what it means
to be one of us.
We don't know
and our identification must always be for somewhere better
someone - ourselves of a different caliber.
I wish we could trade bodies for a day,
I would give you my breasts in an instant,
an easy femininity and heels that rarely hurt -
natural sway and carriage to be noticed.
The stares only feel terrible when you remind yourself
of what they could mean in strange crowded bars
or Post Alley after two.
In you,
I would hold tiny espresso cups,
drumming fingertips at young ladies reading Proust,
ask them what they know Anais and Henry.
I would buy a leather jack
and climb long limbed over abandoned warehouses
putting bricks in zipper pockets
I would call the fog on the pier back home
find a pretty girl
and kiss her as best my newer mouth
knew how.
les pauvres cœurs
Thursday, January 3, 2013
121912-123012, "For Matt"
How is it more awkward
when we haven't been sleeping together?
The morning after, you are always
so mad at me and I haven't even done anything
(this time).
We are really great at drinking
and video games.
And laughing.
Don't lose patience with me
just because the sun comes up.
I love you.
You know what I mean?
when we haven't been sleeping together?
The morning after, you are always
so mad at me and I haven't even done anything
(this time).
We are really great at drinking
and video games.
And laughing.
Don't lose patience with me
just because the sun comes up.
I love you.
You know what I mean?
122812-122912, "For Elliott, Part Une mit Kohlensaure"
You were so distracted by marriage pacts
you forgot how badly
you want life now.
There was a more important contract -
we shall not pass without the other;
you.
will not
die
without me.
Kiss me harder in the past's kitchen,
tonight we're getting everything wrong in the right way,
call me the end point in your universe's starting line,
tell me I'm not a whiskey bubble,
you really just said we'd get it right this time,
we are never honestly going to know what that means.
But I am a whiskey bubble,
ginger perfect pop on your tongue,
warm against refrigerator doors between cabinets--
There's ice in my teeth;
you're drinking out of a beaker,
I forgot how much chemistry you had.
My valence electron, drifter.
Hold tight til Sunday, little spark,
we'll be take nobility for our own soon enough.
We're almost home.
you forgot how badly
you want life now.
There was a more important contract -
we shall not pass without the other;
you.
will not
die
without me.
Kiss me harder in the past's kitchen,
tonight we're getting everything wrong in the right way,
call me the end point in your universe's starting line,
tell me I'm not a whiskey bubble,
you really just said we'd get it right this time,
we are never honestly going to know what that means.
But I am a whiskey bubble,
ginger perfect pop on your tongue,
warm against refrigerator doors between cabinets--
There's ice in my teeth;
you're drinking out of a beaker,
I forgot how much chemistry you had.
My valence electron, drifter.
Hold tight til Sunday, little spark,
we'll be take nobility for our own soon enough.
We're almost home.
122712-122812, "For Riley"
Your best friends
are always the ones
you're a little bit in love with.
Ten year ago saw well water drunk down
with a scoffed curse that nothing
could bring you back for real;
but two musketeers,
glowing pyramids - backup spouses
afraid of weddings
real spouses afraid of how she might crack her head open,
I haven't had a cigarette in a month
but I'm really drunk. and it tastes like tea.
So dance with greater loves
who are a poem in a burrito.
and so tired.
But drive me home like I'm more precious cargo
than what's in the Versace box
or your hightops
Drive me home like I am the best idea you ever had
because your best friends
are always the ones
you're a little bit in love with.
are always the ones
you're a little bit in love with.
Ten year ago saw well water drunk down
with a scoffed curse that nothing
could bring you back for real;
but two musketeers,
glowing pyramids - backup spouses
afraid of weddings
real spouses afraid of how she might crack her head open,
I haven't had a cigarette in a month
but I'm really drunk. and it tastes like tea.
So dance with greater loves
who are a poem in a burrito.
and so tired.
But drive me home like I'm more precious cargo
than what's in the Versace box
or your hightops
Drive me home like I am the best idea you ever had
because your best friends
are always the ones
you're a little bit in love with.
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