(words float between my fingers like little bugs)
(caught thoughts die in college rule cages)
(rhetoric monsters grind their shiny white love teeth)
the jaws of the paper-grave house drawer
open
to swallow the half letter…
elusive heart sounds unspent again
all of my growing pains
are indicating
that i was full of shit
when i said i was a grown up
This tornado is turning off.
your hands will be in my hands…
i will take your frame and fill you with a thousand stars
you will never be cold again
i find joy in it…
the thought of wandering alone
through another silver morning
with hopes of holding brushes
in the yellow afternoon
there is a rattle in my bones
as though the train is always coming …
all those damn cigarettes and lost lovers
I AM THE PINK ELEPHANT IN EVERYONES ROOM…. THE SAD HUGE… THE BLARING OBVIOUS… THE PERSON NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO LOVE… AWKWARD TO SAY THE
LEAST…
all the words i want to say
have coalesced
in the soles of my feet
and strapped me soundly and silently to earth
wonder
starved by the questioning tone of our logic
our paths
run along the ridge teeth of our youth
and intersect to make the x that marks the coming of age
the life treasure
in the jaws of this eternal waking
