Telepathy
Is it the fault of a cloud,
The way I utter words that are asleep?
These candles are only kindled
Under clear skies
That surface in moments
Where even when I scream
Crystal pyramids of deep-pink poetry,
You're never close enough to
Suffer the stain.
I want to smear this language;
Like a wet painting thrown out into
The rain...
Then what we'd have
Would be the clarity of genesis:
The easiness of character,
The reach of your lily white fingertips
To my jellybean smile.
I'd open the curtains,
& feature the irony:
Nonaligned, this melting eclipse.
I'd swim at you w/ kisses
Because
There'd be no need for a spelling bee.
The way I utter words that are asleep?
These candles are only kindled
Under clear skies
That surface in moments
Where even when I scream
Crystal pyramids of deep-pink poetry,
You're never close enough to
Suffer the stain.
I want to smear this language;
Like a wet painting thrown out into
The rain...
Then what we'd have
Would be the clarity of genesis:
The easiness of character,
The reach of your lily white fingertips
To my jellybean smile.
I'd open the curtains,
& feature the irony:
Nonaligned, this melting eclipse.
I'd swim at you w/ kisses
Because
There'd be no need for a spelling bee.
posted by Hypotenuse at 7:15 PM
1 Comments:
i never see you upstairs when i go up so i asked about you threw dave g. i speak better on paper if you ever know of a reading on a weekend i might be interested i have not read in public in a long time i'm sort of a hermit. but at least i know i have at least somewhat of one fan around. you can always venture down into the underworld at the bookstore to locate myself or let dave g. know something i talk to him all the time
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