To Vomit the Undigestible

Thursday, May 01, 2008

i broke into your world, your fucking obscene poetry where beauty is the sunrise, where the steam of coffee cupped in cheap white styrofoam paints mosaics in the air, where the smoke laced morning mist is breathing cigarettes like second hand opinions, its just a picture fucking perfect storybook creation, what costume did love have on anyway?

Maybe if we hadn't walked the edges
If I hadn't fallen (leapt) in
If you didn't cradle me inside your sweater
Like a tiny lost kitten, scruffy and grateful in your lap...
Perhaps if something invisible hadn't prompted you
Forced your thoughts, really into my mouth
Sinking down my throat, exploring the depths
Maybe if we hadn't dangled our feet in that icy water
Catching our deaths together
It wouldn't have ended as it did...
I'm still thankful for the circumstances.

I feel something sticky
And lift my hands to examine
There's a smear of chocolate on my smallest finger
Delicate silver rings swirling around my cylinder
Of skin and bone
I raise it to my lips and suck off the dark sweetness
And vaguely wonder where it came from
Maybe something supernatural just knew
I needed a high of some kind right now
And sugar seems as good as any...

From the doorway you changed my mind
With your verbal remote control
I laughed and lay back on the pillow
And exercized my title
While you stressed the point
And I sank beneath the afterthoughts
That define me...
That disguise me...

You tell me you admire my 'work'. I nod, politely, and tell you the same... we speak about the weather, emotion, touching on each subject like a knife grazing the throat of its victim... never brave enough to pierce the surface... eventually you say that I'm 'Nothing like you imagined...' As if you had expected me to write in verse, to be consummed in darkness... I may be surrounded, but I will never be consummed... so don't act so surprised when I smile...