If only I were extraordinary,
evident, a force of nature,
unlike anyone
you had ever witnessed
then you might face me
limbs askew,
heart split into a grin,
margins broadening
beneath the combined weight
of our souls in perfect alignment.
–
Did not have the chance to finish anything tonight alas!
If my words were transparent
would you look through them
and find my heart beating
behind them like a moth?
I have no feathers with which to gesture
only fingers singed with an excess
of atmosphere and expectancy.
If I knew how to cross from one
constellation to the next
would I find between us
a habitable moon
or would I find only the detritus
of my own intractable percussion?
I gather my hands, my lawless grin,
my extraneous attempts at conversation
and slide back into the ether.
When I dream you are always near.
One by one my thoughts
interlace with your fetish.
I find hints of you in everything,
a disembodied smile,
an abbreviated sentence
whispered from the inside out,
a sense of connection
abstract enough to deify
and yet too imprecise to define.
I pass my nights in fitful dreams
and my days wondering
what it means to leave a lasting impression.
How it is that you can be both
integral and inaccessible at the same time?
I want to welcome you into my life,
to tuck you into my heart like a battle cry.
In other words I want to feel you,
all of you, in every part of me.
Pieces of you cross into me
as if my heart were a ramp.
We are a perfect match,
hypothetically speaking
but reality is much less patient.
The drone of your mighty phallus
chop, chop, chop silences
my obsessional refrains.
–
I believe only in the things
I can feel, what I see invariably ceases.
Seeing is finite, unreliable
only the soul can comprehend universals.
Only the stars can reunite my subsidiaries.
–
Your willing, efficacious fires
hike up my skirt, lick my intimacies
free all my puritanical misgivings.
The bucking of your hips,
of your maniacal grin stuffing itself
with clouds and beastly man-made apothegms.
–
You have a law for every occasion,
I watch you splitting silk
with infectious approval.
I want to taste the bay as it congeals
like a clot, fissures bated and gorged.
Karol Bak Malarstwo
Can we claim humanity
Having been sired in deficit?
*
As always I arrive unsatisfactorily
Below the meniscus
Of your overturned smile
*
Why is it that our moods
Occupy the same rotation?
Two parts misery, one part disease
You are ugliest when you sleep
When the succubus slits
The cicatrix of your self-effacing armor
*
There is a reason
That creation and annihilation
Are synonymous terms
A reason that you occupy
Every exposed aperture
And I every chambered nuance
A reason too cohesive
For our primitive tongues
To articulate
*
This has nothing to do with the above poem but I was out all day watching a performance by the fire department with Isadora. As an adult and a short one besides I got to stand rigidly strait staring at the back of people’s heads frozen to the bone. My body just hurts from being trapped in the upright mummy position for hours (maybe not hours exactly :-P). After the show she got to look inside fire trucks, police cars, and ambulances and what not. I was standing near the speaker too but she’s happy lol
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