only with you dreamin' of
cthulhu & sherlock & weeknd
& rihanna skin.
model careers. all we do
in these visions is drink coffee
in sweden & solve crimes.
money never an issue.
toast in the morning & I
scratch my 5 o clock
shadowy face
pull on my jacket over bulky
shoulders. the snow falls
& I just go with it.
i am attempting to cleanse tonight and tomorrow
ReplyDeleteand be meditative
i have things i need to return to the library
should i just let the fines pile?
to bring my computer across town
so that i can check off-
i closed all of my tabs but left this one open
i saw it earlier today
and i knew i wanted to say something
this is it
i don't know what to say
except maybe that
i'm just going to say it:
the snow falls and i just go with it
dude, you don't need a cleanse
ReplyDeleteyou need an explosion
we can never go back to the time
when this poem was left pure
but an explosion will set this poem free from you
from me
from her
from this page that has it trapped
but an explosion that is almost big enough
is a suicide that leaves you breathing
leaves your hair follicles squirming
and hips and shoulders are steaming
concluded cannonballs
and if so
ReplyDeletethen i'll go about
concluding cannibals
so the debris i left
here in the medium
of scrollandclick
can stay safe
harmless
i saw these
stanzas
your anaphoras
the body pared down
to the most
truths
and felt shaken as to
what to say
only this:
i read and read and read
and little foxes hide
behind your fingers
i type because
like
what else
is there
i am blinded by screens
dude, i need so many
cleanses, but not
in the ways
that i bet