she has a telescope, thats always
pointed at the ceiling -
so she can carefully chart the walls as they cave in,
pencil in the rotation,
ascension.
& honestly ? it feels like it's been two sixteen for days.
the sun claws bleeding over the horizon & then
submits to slipping back again,
but she's in a constant state of awkward interlude.
like a question mark,
she poses herself to each hopeful morning,
but feels no less ill at ease than all the times she wakes at 2,
at 3,
at 4.
the night is red and woollen then,
with an uncomfortable weight like
something caught in the back of one's throat.
she feels like she has spent her who
i see photographs of you & hold
the shape of your body in my breath -
desperate distressed downward slide,
voice ricocheting off the sides of my throat, shuddering out in
these jumps, these plateaus.
your face makes me flinch
smile awkwardly against the past & on the
livingroomfloor i tell a thousand stories of my few regrets
with a dry cigarette between my floury teeth,
cough cough coughing, but continuing,
to have something to do with my hands.
down to the filter i smoked you
& i saved you in the packet so i didnt pollute.
he's an asshole, she says, & she uncrosses her legs,
my glasses are reflected in hers
hes not a- no,
And it's just like the last time
With all the bending, whiplash words
That pulse like hearts on fire
And all the trembling moments left
Between these four walls please
Winter's out of season honey
I can still feel weeping willows
Scratching branches at my windows
And last November when, remember
I caught that strange disease
Just like then when thrashing heads
Were all the rage and I took centre stage
Prepared to go all the way up there
So god damn stuck in your hair and
The way you crook your arms at night
Running down down into my spiral saxophone
I think I'm lost again in that old retirement home
Your heart's a parlophone
she's a real left-winger 'cause she's been down south
and held peasants in her arms
she says "i could tell you stories that'd make you cry
what about you"
i said "me too
i could tell you a story that'd make you cry"
and she said "aah"
i said "i wanna be a singer like lou reed"
"i like lou reed" she said stickin' her tongue in my ear
"let's go, let's sit, let's talk, politics goes so good with beer
and while we're at it baby
why don't you tell me one of your greatest fears"
i said "losing my penis to a whore with disease"
"just kidding" i said
"losing my life to a whore with disease"
she said "excuse me please?"
i said "losing
uhhhh you will notice I have changed my status from "hack" to "deviantart loather". I love you all but the shitty format of DA is killing me. I might spend more time looking at your stuff when I'm less busy.