4:31 pm | 18 August 2003 | try it, you might like it
Blagh. I'm 'bout to come atcha with yet another of the wildly inconsistent left-hooks i intermittently take at "poetry." I kind of like writing in quatrains that are neither rhyming nor metrically consistent; it's kind of weirdly jarring, which is cool. Like David Lynch did the typesetting. That is mega-abstract, i know. But hey, love me or leave me, homies. Wait, where are you going?! I didn't mean it! Wait! I love you!!! clm.
Lacquered into a slow-mo-lasses dark
We lay like undiscovered mummies
Staring up at a star-stuccoed ceiling
While the wind waved the curtains a Titanic�s farewell
Laying there talking Jericho
Your voice was naked in the blacksome
While you spun walls out of yourself like China
Sandbagging your flash-flood love
I jackhammered at the edges of my skin
Heart thumping like a battering ram in waltz time
Fingers claw-curled into grappling hooks
Thinking about cardiac anatomy. Look:
There are things we close up to keep out
And there are things we close up to keep inside
The abandoned lung-hungry warehouses crouch
Expectant as museums or zip-lipped tombs
How a twenty-four-year-long fuse
threads cinderblocked barricades like veins
How a steel door thirty years thick
has been left only a brittle whisper ajar
So as the time-mad drunks shout outside my window
I will fingernail soft boards over my eyes
Cloak them in stone with brand-new archaeology
So you�ll have something to tear down next year
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