Just To Get More Of You
Broken down on the side of the road
on the hottest day of all time,
I continued walking, with your smile dancing in my eyes.
I kicked a can with your ears
and stepped over a hole with your lips.
Your hair played against my face
from the willow that I mazed through.
It began to drizzle,
and I felt your tender touch suffocate me
in the weak sunlight.
Your scorching kisses poured over my soles
as I scuttled over the pavement.
My chest heaved with your love,
your poison,
and I kept sucking it up; faster, quicker,
like a vacuum.
The weakness set in, and I began to feel pain.
My feet began to blister.
The air in my chest could not suffice my need for oxygen,
and the scratches on my face left blood on the willow.
It only lasted moments,
and then I was in the clear. With an open road in front
and the chaos past, I had only one path.
I turned...
and strolled, like a king,
through the pain and suffering afresh
just to get more of you.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Appreciating Gravity
Watching the memory of you swimming in my glass
soothes my loneliness, if only for slight moments.
When you leave me,
I drown in my thoughts of forever and never.
Dreaming of an easy out, I try (so hard)
to stay away from sharp objects, necklaces, and homemade remedies.
On stronger days, you can find me wishing on thunderstorms
and the sound that streams from my rusted air conditioner.
When the blade becomes dull from my skin,
I’m found, glazed, on the bathroom floor,
pining for the courage to push a little harder.
Because of a small hope
that hides in the far caves of my possible genius,
the butter of my arm becomes a piece of lumber,
splintered and stronger than normal.
I catch an artificial breeze from the fan
and pucker up for the pictures that no one views,
with the lips that no one kisses,
in front of the mirror where No One looks back.
It’s about that time...where dreams finally come true.
Where I see a light
instead of the constant dark that plagues my brow.
Where you notice that I really am genius.
Where mathematics, physics, and pure art finally come together,
ending the beginning while starting the finish.
I take no time in tightening my necklace and staring at my feet.
Using gravity, I fall to get high.
And I’m gone.
And you noticed.
And it was late, yes, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t count.
Watching the memory of you swimming in my glass
soothes my loneliness, if only for slight moments.
When you leave me,
I drown in my thoughts of forever and never.
Dreaming of an easy out, I try (so hard)
to stay away from sharp objects, necklaces, and homemade remedies.
On stronger days, you can find me wishing on thunderstorms
and the sound that streams from my rusted air conditioner.
When the blade becomes dull from my skin,
I’m found, glazed, on the bathroom floor,
pining for the courage to push a little harder.
Because of a small hope
that hides in the far caves of my possible genius,
the butter of my arm becomes a piece of lumber,
splintered and stronger than normal.
I catch an artificial breeze from the fan
and pucker up for the pictures that no one views,
with the lips that no one kisses,
in front of the mirror where No One looks back.
It’s about that time...where dreams finally come true.
Where I see a light
instead of the constant dark that plagues my brow.
Where you notice that I really am genius.
Where mathematics, physics, and pure art finally come together,
ending the beginning while starting the finish.
I take no time in tightening my necklace and staring at my feet.
Using gravity, I fall to get high.
And I’m gone.
And you noticed.
And it was late, yes, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t count.
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