its unavoidable now - here, look, see that? did you?
___it pulsates across the surface
its song hums off the train tracks -
__the shape of the clouds trees patches of sidewalk stained Monday morning buildings -
hums, hums that damn song,
every time she says, every time is also the sum of all the ones before,
packs a lot of punch into such a small increment:
___a black hole dense every dollar first-kiss trophy award 3-point swish
redeems every fail before, accelerates every rush
i think of all the nights i stayed up seeing red behind my eyes while i couldn't sleep,
thinking of things i didn't dare dream about: could i, if only i could, if only me
if only it were possible, could i, if only
under my skin i can feel it , the heat of it. ___miniature futures growing fingertips
___new somethings.
i pierce my fangs into an apple. ___into sunny Sundays. ___into the new season of, ___distractions;
hoping to be relieved of it,
yield bitch. yield.
the stone of it remains. ___unavoidable.
filling shoes. ___occupying minutes. ___dying clothes.
to want. ___the pain of it
Monday, July 7, 2014
desire. (an unsatisfactory notapoem). (a half-hearted thing)
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2 comments:
You are an utter inspiration to me.
Just.. know.
I too, write.
I too, drip through the cracks of this whatever.
'miniature futures growing fingertips.' I really like that line.
there's a girl in japan who makes beautiful music. her name's ichiko aoba and i think you might like her stuff
https://soundcloud.com/nobitakinema/ichiko-aoba-poshietto-no-outa
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