am.
I am. Soft skin and hazel eyes
Waves meeting the rocks and the thunder clouds before they have reached you.
The horizon, I am.
Dried grass and empty buckets all in a row
Wood stained floors with nails reaching and breaking to get out
Swampy mists with fog for light
The scent of him after a shower in its purest form with
Cat, rose and sheets after wash
All mixed in
Burning cigarettes left to dwindle into ash, I am.
Brooms that sweep middle school chat rooms
An Internet super star
Swollen at the heart and pumping though my veins is mercury
Mercury, I am.
Dressed in my Sunday best and spinning out of control
2 years old, I am
1 year old he is,
crying and slipping and stumbling on ground filled with the memory of misters misbehaving themselves upon me.
Dancing on tabletops, I am.
Screaming and bright techno parade
Neon, I am.
Tour Eiffel with sandy rock bottom champagne to sooth the grassy knoll
Shade
Candle lit by dusk
Bubbles with felt and wrapping paper
Blue carpet and
Red carpet in church during the revival
Flowers in the darkness to touch, I am.
Looking glass for Alice a crucifix for Jesus
A broom for Harry and the sword for Brutus
The tool used
The light bulb affixed
Finger puppet gorilla
Swaying upon a nightstand I am
A notch on a belt,
I fit perfectly around you.
Deployed and coordinates and running and
Physically training
Camo and I guess ill stay around for that
Those boots and laces all tied up around you ankles
Weights shackles with chain
Pulling you towards me, I am.
Mint leaves floating in wine bottles and hyphee and hella and
Stupid and dumb and riding yellow busses and screaming the abc's out loud I am
Screaming out loud I am.
The riff of the guitar in front of thousands,
That fatal song
The dancers mistake in the back
French books and Shakespeare and co, I am
the horizon, before it greets you, I am
and I was,
I was yours until you pushed me away.
Friday, October 12, 2007
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