it would be pathetic if it weren't so infuriatingly serious
the way you want to tether me so close to you
but freedom, my not-so-dearest, freedom!
only so far, of course, don't be silly
if I ran too far away
how would you find me again?
the yo-yo that gnawed through its own string
in a desperate attempt to forestall the ticking of the clock
I don't trust the watchmaker
his cogs are loaded dice
always rolling fours no matter how many times I rewind
shi shi shi shi
and when someone finally manages to roll me a six
that's when you know I'm in trouble
I can't breathe when your knight has trapped me with my own pawns
too many mixed klaxons in one sentence
cryostasis never seemed so scary to me
don't wait up for me, I might not come back
wait, where are you going?
I can't keep up with your complicated sleeping tricks
butterflying back and forth from me to them
I'm not your daisyflower for you to tear apart
hoping that in the process of tearing out my hair
you'll figure out if he loves me loves me not
alternatively praying for his sins and laughing in the face of danger
but making up your mind is overrated, I hear
so just try to relax your mind
leave your door open a crack
and if I see those sixes roll by again
you never loved me anyway.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Mirror Mirror Tell Me Do, I Hate Rhyming Just to Get an Answer Out of You
the golden light refracts through the window across the way
splintering into dying sunbeams on the rooftop
orbs of fire don't waste away like organisms of bone and breath
they go out with a big bang
leaving whole ecosystems in their wake
I watch the purest aurum ever mined
as it slipslides through the cracks in my blinders
setting my hair ablaze
peanut butter smoothness of my skin
daring you to taste it
I'm the sweetest cookie you ever did see
with the most elusive scent of champagne bubbles and raspberry chocolate
my bathtubs are constructed of lunar argentum
all the better to keep invictus in, my dear
molded feet show off my decadence
whole rooms swathed in maroon
but when I shed my regalia of cigarette smoke and eyeliner
as you can see
the celestial body is all that's left
eustephanus in the constellated sky
maybe then I can swim in the golden ripples of the molten star
let you savor the hollow of my neck
nipping at the rise in my collarbone
tell me what you see in me
oh philommedes make me in your image
and let us be like two doves
released in sacrifice to you.
--
The fourth NaNoWriMo poem. (Instead of writing a novel, I'm pushing myself to write a poem every day, because I'm primarily a poet and I refuse to be left out of a writing challenge!)
splintering into dying sunbeams on the rooftop
orbs of fire don't waste away like organisms of bone and breath
they go out with a big bang
leaving whole ecosystems in their wake
I watch the purest aurum ever mined
as it slipslides through the cracks in my blinders
setting my hair ablaze
peanut butter smoothness of my skin
daring you to taste it
I'm the sweetest cookie you ever did see
with the most elusive scent of champagne bubbles and raspberry chocolate
my bathtubs are constructed of lunar argentum
all the better to keep invictus in, my dear
molded feet show off my decadence
whole rooms swathed in maroon
but when I shed my regalia of cigarette smoke and eyeliner
as you can see
the celestial body is all that's left
eustephanus in the constellated sky
maybe then I can swim in the golden ripples of the molten star
let you savor the hollow of my neck
nipping at the rise in my collarbone
tell me what you see in me
oh philommedes make me in your image
and let us be like two doves
released in sacrifice to you.
--
The fourth NaNoWriMo poem. (Instead of writing a novel, I'm pushing myself to write a poem every day, because I'm primarily a poet and I refuse to be left out of a writing challenge!)
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