i had wrapped the world in white paper
in hopes that it would ignite fire and catch wind
and some careless man with steel toe boots
tried to disprove mother nature
i regrettably put my faith in you
waited for whispers hibernating in your throat
slept on your lips for days
a kiss caught on the thorns surrounding your mouth
i don’t care how your face looked like when we hugged
or when i walked away
i thought that if i could bury you in the snow
i could save you for a better tomorrow
i wanted to be held
like Neruda clenching his soul
Miles and his trumpet to sustain me with starlight
i had crawled into bed and tried to dream up a poem
but there was nothing more i could write about
to catch me when I fall
i have burned the memories slumped onto mattresses
risen from homicidal outlines
to be content
without tornados in my chest
without fluttering inside this body
just a drum that keeps me going in this world
and a moist tea bag saturating my mouth
is all i ever wanted
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wow.
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