paperleaves
06-14-2009, 08:18 PM
I haven't written in a while--I miss all of you! It is great to return to such wonderful poems :) Wish you all well. P.s. Jer, this is for you!
349
simple and sweet, a follicle oblique, opaque, and pristine
on the king's pillow once wheat and divine
dear Bokonon and lies lay quietly in ice graves
apprehensively oblivious to what mud makes man in sleep
we will sip on summer leaves tipped in anguish and defeat
pondering mysteries so vast like you and i
and in the perfume of our dreams my dear please don't forget to wheeze
when you choke on what is left behind
what it is to wrong your rights
i would know better
if i didn't think in black and white
my lips are so grey and your fingernails so yellow
tinted in cigarette smoke that I loathe in crimson meadows
my lungs gummed with roses, red ribbons, and vendettas
I
ve run away from everything that reminds me of your pleats
in my heart
and you were reading voltaire, and I was reading lemons
squeezing the juice out of life the bitter touch of lines the poem never seemed so light
and heavy at the same time
I used to glorify the pen but it never made me see
it merely gave me words to ponder and sentences to read
what I would give to have that photograph
of you in dandelion yellow
and kiss it before bedtime
every night
when i cry willows
348
decubitus ulcer raging in sebum
the follicles regenerated by some master in blue
how do I love thee?
let me count the ways...
your blood and bile breathe hope into my fantasies
the vitreous humor is not so funny
when it lunges forth from its fortress
gems reduced to diamond dust,
i weaken my spells to taunt you
asleep in the hammock
you never expected the fires of hell
to burn all your bridges
345
i haven't written in so long
mother
that i don't really know how.
if you could see the places he took me
dark rooms and bright eyes i felt
as if i were
in a showcase full of diamonds and herbs
no one will ever see this but you
mother
and god willing i hope i can see through it
but I remember so many things you said to me
the hurt in your eyes and the paint in my heart
I would have created anything for us
I would have created anything for us
my mother, father, and baby sister eating at the dinner table
while i sit in the bathtub
i would end it, i really would
if I didn't love them more than life.
349
simple and sweet, a follicle oblique, opaque, and pristine
on the king's pillow once wheat and divine
dear Bokonon and lies lay quietly in ice graves
apprehensively oblivious to what mud makes man in sleep
we will sip on summer leaves tipped in anguish and defeat
pondering mysteries so vast like you and i
and in the perfume of our dreams my dear please don't forget to wheeze
when you choke on what is left behind
what it is to wrong your rights
i would know better
if i didn't think in black and white
my lips are so grey and your fingernails so yellow
tinted in cigarette smoke that I loathe in crimson meadows
my lungs gummed with roses, red ribbons, and vendettas
I
ve run away from everything that reminds me of your pleats
in my heart
and you were reading voltaire, and I was reading lemons
squeezing the juice out of life the bitter touch of lines the poem never seemed so light
and heavy at the same time
I used to glorify the pen but it never made me see
it merely gave me words to ponder and sentences to read
what I would give to have that photograph
of you in dandelion yellow
and kiss it before bedtime
every night
when i cry willows
348
decubitus ulcer raging in sebum
the follicles regenerated by some master in blue
how do I love thee?
let me count the ways...
your blood and bile breathe hope into my fantasies
the vitreous humor is not so funny
when it lunges forth from its fortress
gems reduced to diamond dust,
i weaken my spells to taunt you
asleep in the hammock
you never expected the fires of hell
to burn all your bridges
345
i haven't written in so long
mother
that i don't really know how.
if you could see the places he took me
dark rooms and bright eyes i felt
as if i were
in a showcase full of diamonds and herbs
no one will ever see this but you
mother
and god willing i hope i can see through it
but I remember so many things you said to me
the hurt in your eyes and the paint in my heart
I would have created anything for us
I would have created anything for us
my mother, father, and baby sister eating at the dinner table
while i sit in the bathtub
i would end it, i really would
if I didn't love them more than life.