(no subject)
No gun shoots faster than the bathroom lightbulb
hitting caveblind eyes with red and purple pangs
when I flip the switch on a morning too much
like night, when the dizzy sun hasn't yet rolled
over to this hemisphere, hungover at seven.
It's the feeling of something so heavy
as a baby grand piano you stopped
pretending to play, now admit it's just
a decoration to anchor you down
to a chene turning earth
in search of that sun: "Come
on you bourbon drinking star
you selfish sonofabitch
look at me."
I wouldn't be lost if it wasn't dark.
Hunter is disappointed but takes hold
of me, shows me the door. Our hands don't
match up when they touch but I didn't
want to say that.
"There, there," he mocks.
I'm a stuffed doll with its blush
painted on too thick. "Here
we are" in a fishbowl of light now.
I kiss his cheek and go play
the piano. Hope he can hear it
from far far away.
hitting caveblind eyes with red and purple pangs
when I flip the switch on a morning too much
like night, when the dizzy sun hasn't yet rolled
over to this hemisphere, hungover at seven.
It's the feeling of something so heavy
as a baby grand piano you stopped
pretending to play, now admit it's just
a decoration to anchor you down
to a chene turning earth
in search of that sun: "Come
on you bourbon drinking star
you selfish sonofabitch
look at me."
I wouldn't be lost if it wasn't dark.
Hunter is disappointed but takes hold
of me, shows me the door. Our hands don't
match up when they touch but I didn't
want to say that.
"There, there," he mocks.
I'm a stuffed doll with its blush
painted on too thick. "Here
we are" in a fishbowl of light now.
I kiss his cheek and go play
the piano. Hope he can hear it
from far far away.