tumblr_mfrhau9jIq1s0qvy5o1_500I’m afraid again
A queer feeling
As we trace our gloves on dusty balcony
You forget you’ve told me the story before
And repeat yourself
I watch
Feeling I am a mind reader
Mouthing well-known words
But for the ball in my mouth
I want to ask
Do you think it will bounce?
If you lay me down as your eyes say they want
If you have me now
Under this awning in the frigid cold
You’ll spoil my dress and your coat
And feel later it was not worth
The dry cleaning bill
You’re a man who suits the world of before
And doesn’t know his lines after
If you could squeeze until I choked
Without consequence
You would unflinching
I see this as I see stain in drafted light
As I feel you spear me like tendered filet mignon
Right through the middle
Your eyes roll like cut glass within red flesh
The devil peers out at the culmination
Spent and angry you hurry me to pull myself back on
Leading me by the funny bone in my plastic arm
Charge through the crowd to view the art show
Impatient though you caused our double crease
Like a thief without fingers weeps for what he has not pinched
Standing by the first mounted painting you pause
With the skin of you and the drink of me
Drying irresolutely
Then I see it
So fast, a flash and burn FURY
Hot house light splintering in storm
I know
For all the love, all the cabinets of delusion
It’s a farce I lay myself before, opening my mouth
Birthing cavities for empty souls
Adoring walking pain, stilettos of disregard
Stabbing with familiar falling shards
Self-harm wrought by masochistic ardor
To break my puzzle
Like coming home
A known bewitchment
Tearing apart sound