she abandons her fingers
to thoughts of him the keypad triggers heartless use of light the clean features of a movie where you never see the actors sleep or stumblebut I do and cut my arm straight across your gaze the orderly line of my approach I hover over the motherboard a city at night our maybes like shadows
lines of a desert where it won't really matter the specs on your iris like UFOs rising and I hang onto trees advancing I straddle my own personal dragon perfection, used car parts buried by light I rummage through the wreckage
where they used to rummage me inside and outside sensing senselessly feeling I could not have been elsewhere but the place I was never supposed to be now there's a hole in my temple a void where I hoped there could have been a wall daddy
she says and I'm gone quivers in my web slivers, information just passing through me see same sign new meaning try keeping still when all you know is where you're not going and you really don't know why scan my iris and when I'm gone my retina will show I loved my skin display where my bag was and my pockets sag where I placed the hand which felt your neck this morning if my hands and feet were shot to keep me still would it count as crucifixion? Or is agony over time what makes quality? inside the machine
find me see me on... like me on... follow me on... dig me on... watch me on... tag me hug me text me chat me encircle me with the smoke of your breath move away! so you can love me on every groove of the tattoo I removed from my scratched soul the kiss of teeth and meat a purpose as stiff
as a tulip as red as rage as liquid as enemies inside and out resolve is measured in fists a fool is one who lives searching for safety not seeing that home is the only place from where there is nowhere at all to go I wish to melt so you may carry droplets of me on your soles as you take on that hill the child reflects for an instant
and drops her coin eyes close, then open a smile a light show in a puddle of dreams her journey resumes she walks fulfilled this winter
is a beggar collecting light from leftover stars ice and glass conspire desire me chained to a logic of heavenly visions grafted onto the sea bed salt scraped from the wrinkles on my skin like chalk from a black black canvas signifying what I know I feel like the apprentice whose master has died on his fight night never did I shift
never did I fear never did I hear it never did my hopeful star up there slip from my sky my eye underneath me as I lie, fingers dug into this land, all the earth my weight can hold and it's beginning to rain Bare feet in boots
we became this way we pray and then shoot across spaces traversed inside I was born on a bridge between appetite and abstinence ambition and letting go the knowledge and hopelessness of you here, then gone solitude is not loneliness It's only me and two different ways of leaving a mark in the sand |
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