please, black bleeding night,
the wells of your cataracts sleeping in stucco hollows
pulse vigourously with wings unkempt
i cannot bear the weight of your sufferings
anylonger.
graciously dishonest the spritzes of seafoam sweat
on salted brows covet my pallor
with all the blushes that you gave me
i cannot surprise the reigning mold
within creation and beyond it, it will be ours to hold
the whitewall plasterdreams, soda rivers and saliva caverns
the fountains of misery supple and sweet
seduce the conjugations, barriers falter and babel can
builditself up again.
prenatal swell the mothers envelop uniform rust and paper spines
the faux pseudofamine left behind
leaflets of the moon, crusts and classifieds
craters and paper plates
apple juice silhouettes and shaved parades, the oiled caress of heat and
waves, I need to live
I need to live
but I keep dying.
thorns in my coffee the lukewarm vestigial syrup
blossoms and burns all
we own
the smoke from the branches the smoke from the treetops
purifies Satan's ego
cogito ergo sum, ceiling fan sunrise, i think, therefore I am
philosophical disillusion, delusions and
determinations
your obsidian gaze only worsens the floods
surrounding Babel
my heart speaks every language
but the world does not.
This poem really means so much to me, it was inspired by seeing The Mars Volta perform lastnight...which was heavenly and sensuallllllll.