2/10/05
Like music
I move--
Like water I shut
My eyes.
Its amazing how he broke me, after years
So quickly. Making my slurred mind
Alright; making
My heart-hardened consequences
Like the brave decisions of Good Men
[My shakey
desperation for love didn't matter. He broke me
In a barren way
I mean that I was barren of protection, and he didn't mind]
That was then; this is now:I'm exhausted by pretending to be in love, because that hard stone of real affection has caught me hard, and crying hard with you
has purely exhausted me.
I feel that I've lost tons of disasterous meaning, along with my keys and phone and cards and trembling stability. I feel
That I wanted you to cry it all out, and clutch you hard when
You threatened the violent execution of your greif. That gut loss
Is everything to me, I mean:
You practice it and hold it and touch the smooth or brittle mold of it in your hands
Untill you cannot remember anything else. This is bad poetry...sorry
I'm sorry I kissed you so much, because I didn't want to bother you, and I was
(a little, just a bit) drunk, and now
I've lost another day, just sort-of washed away into your sorrow
With you it seems ferocious but it's not--
It's almost gentle, you in your desolate and blistered landscape.
Perhaps the rush of your desolation simply cloggs my senses with kindness, but for now,
My limbs are light and my head rests in this inch of indelible water, it isn't as ferocious
as we both think, our strange company.
When I was fifteen we would take a car (the busted semi-depression of the suburbs), and drive out to the Shaker cemetary. It was always quiet and always frightening.
I had greif on my shoulder and putting his heavy fingers on my waist.
You see they're just like us, silly comparisons that shuttle through my mind and bloom into BIG realities, the quiet made a stasis course throughout all my pores and the bell of hush and fear was like grief. you see
They were all buried standing up
[they're just like us]
O far, like teenage ghosts--
Walking down the long line of white stars.