3/28/2010

this weekend

it felt so foreign; so other-worldly. the past 48 hours i have been lost in time. I've done a bit of waiting, but it hasn't felt like waiting. And when the hours passed, it didn't worry me. I slept, through the same movie, twice; right after the first. Relived the same moment. Waking up every twenty minutes to a painful swallow, or to feel her shift around at my knees. I finally went to bed and he entered the room to my painful moan. I got up and showered, as if to start the day at five am. We talked and touched; and I remember some laughter.
Today was much of the same. I feel my limbs moving involuntarily. It still hurts to swallow and feels like I am still disabled from the copious amount of gin I drank 48 hours ago. My head is winding back slowly as I write, the TV playing countless movies that I listened to in my sleep. It still feels so foreign, so different. I can't imagine leaving this world. but know i have to. and will tomorrow.

i don't know

i’m a burnt-out sleep,
a late night tweak
i’m an early riser at ten
i’m a prolific thought,
a paint-covered smock
i haven’t changed much since then.

i’m a full loaded heart,
still afraid of the dark
i’m always the last one to retire
i’m a raspy cough,
a smelly fresh cloth
i don’t know, but i know i desire.

i’m seeing things,
whatever it brings
though i don’t know what it is that i see
i’m feeling things;
like the way she sings
i don’t know, but i want to be free.

i collect fragments of this,
for a moment of bliss
its the only way i can feel whole
i take myself away,
so later i may stay
i need it to fill my soul.

3/02/2010

(and we all grow) old

i am choking on words
my palms are sweating
trepidation, consternation
are both big words
for

FEAR

bestows on me like a long rusty wire
clinging me to something
i have never
been able
to see.

i am stuttering and dodging
your pupils
and i wonder why
everyone is always

staring

at

me.

i feel naked when
i see myself in your eyes
and your eyes
and yours
and yours

But him,
he is picking his nose
and she
she is cleaning the blood
from her pants
and he just left
a love
and she is crying
(it feels good)
he is crying
(he feels nothing)
and he saw me naked
yesterday and
now he is throwing out
the cotton
covered in his own
sticky
yellow
wax.

she prefers to absorb it
while she prefers to get it out
but they both unwrap
them and throw them
away
and she does a lot of shaving
and he wishes he did
and she has a lot
of stray hairs
on
her
face.

he likes things
in his his ass
and she doesn't but
she tried it once
(just in case she did)
she likes to paint
(but isn't sure why)
and he hears
something in everything
and she hates what she loves
and he loves the chase
she loves being chased
but they don't want
to chase
each
other.

she used to tear her
hair out when she was five
she doesn't shave her legs
without a reason
and he prefers it but
is too shy to say

she sucked her thumb until
she was ten
and now she sucks his
and he likes it
and she likes it
but they
don't like
each
other

and his eye goes a little
crooked when he looks
a certain way
and she likes to
be
on
top
and he likes her to
be
on
top
and they come together
top and bottom
but they don't want
to be
together

and he likes the warm body
and she likes his body
he doesn't like
her body but any
body is good enough
sometimes

we smell the sewage
every time we drive down
this street and
we all
gag
because we only shit
in private
and my mother has
seen every inch of me and
my father has too
but i have never seen
all of them
and
i
never
will.

and she fears god but
he thinks we are all
pieces of meat
fearing nothing
but

DEATH

and
he's afraid of it and
laughs every time he wakes
and she stapled
her finger once and
was shocked when it hurt

she bleeds every few months
and she bleeds every day
she stopped bleeding years ago
and can't remember what it was like
when she did
She hasn't ever bled
and she will bleed tomorrow
and she hasn't bled at all
but she has
and
will
again.