so i scribbled seven flowers
on the back of a napkin
folded it
and walked away
i told you this shit
can't last forever
the days are fading,
fading fast.
and soon my mind is gone.
fucked.
into a million pieces
into a an entire arrangement of stars on
the back of your eyelids.
into a reflection in a tide pool.
and i swear to god that
the water versus the anchor is the most beautiful sight
i've seen in the past 12 days
and i swear to god that
it plays over and over in my head like a loop on the last
8 frames of film
and there's a slow-motion
image of zeus,
playing a harp
and singing blue grass in
the middle of a wheat field.
and i can't take my eyes
off his fucking face.
and i can't fixate my stare in any other direction...
1 comment:
i need to stop read this.
it's too beautiful.
so beautiful?
and maybe killing me. god damn.
i need a monster.
let's see.
you asked for a poem back. so i pulled a crumpled napkin out of a waste basket to write on. only it had seven flowers on it&so i drew a vase&a the picture of the most beautiful girl either of us had ever seen. then burned it with the cherry from my cigarette&swallowed the ash.
everything beautiful is buried somewhere underneath your skin.
i think between the 5th&7th vertebrae or in the small of our necks. everytime you touch it, i shiver&my eyelids close&my eyes roll back into my head. and it's 1979 and i'm eating cherries in a gondola on a lake in minnesota.
&none of these things are true.
but i wrote them anyways. i wrote them and i broke my fingers so they couldn't write shitty writing until i was good and old. or maybe when i am good and dead. i'll just have you press on my stomach&squeeze out any leftover words that are dormant in my belly.
they will probably be words like "turnip","jovial","aurora borealis",&"love".
and you probably will already be expecting it. and i'll die another lonely cliche of human bones.
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