(no subject)
you.
i think of you everywhere.
when i swing open the cabinet
and hundreds of black birds
run across the sky
diving in an out of electric wires
they weave their splayed muscles
and cold freedom over the strip malls
above gas stations
they escaped the North.
and i push their little hot noses
through the pepper grinder
and over my sun dried tomatoes.
when i am making dinner for my mother
and i can't cook
so i slice a fresh red bell pepper
open with a bread knife
and the smell rises off the
crescents in the perfect steel waves
and annexes my senses
and for a minute i stop feeling
so trapped in cement walls
suburban wealth, suburban madness
cars flushing exhaust
down the asphault carousels
the fool's game of time
the deception of eternity-
the waste of caution
taped across the city- and all this
shine, shine, shine
frames of car washes, big sponges-
lots of soap, reciepts- plastic baskets
for over priced toasted sandwhiches
with too much guacamole
gas parties and hungry wheels
fat tires with deranged personalities.
thinking of you and the smell
of this fresh red bell pepper.
when i run my fingers through
the fake feathers of this cheap
party city boa
i bought with a flapper for the
twenties at a new years party-
new year will come and go
the streets will wear dead confetti
and drop the exclusive time
quick as a spoiled child's
toys on christmas with rotting trees
in front yards and deflated
snow globes on wet lawns
and the sound of my shoes
scraping against the sidewalk
my mother will say, don't scrape your shoes-
why? because it drives me crazy
like slippers on linoleum-
i think that's right
forgetting my plans
tucking my ambitions away
like fancy dark chocolate in
the back of the refrigerator
where know one's teeth will
carve cocoa scoops into the edges
and i will forget them too
i play the same story of you
over and over and over again
in my mind- like a taste
i can't get enough of you-
my sadness sandwhich
gaining weight
and making me hate my hips
at the paradise icecream
store on your
sweet, savage corner.
i think of you everywhere.
when i swing open the cabinet
and hundreds of black birds
run across the sky
diving in an out of electric wires
they weave their splayed muscles
and cold freedom over the strip malls
above gas stations
they escaped the North.
and i push their little hot noses
through the pepper grinder
and over my sun dried tomatoes.
when i am making dinner for my mother
and i can't cook
so i slice a fresh red bell pepper
open with a bread knife
and the smell rises off the
crescents in the perfect steel waves
and annexes my senses
and for a minute i stop feeling
so trapped in cement walls
suburban wealth, suburban madness
cars flushing exhaust
down the asphault carousels
the fool's game of time
the deception of eternity-
the waste of caution
taped across the city- and all this
shine, shine, shine
frames of car washes, big sponges-
lots of soap, reciepts- plastic baskets
for over priced toasted sandwhiches
with too much guacamole
gas parties and hungry wheels
fat tires with deranged personalities.
thinking of you and the smell
of this fresh red bell pepper.
when i run my fingers through
the fake feathers of this cheap
party city boa
i bought with a flapper for the
twenties at a new years party-
new year will come and go
the streets will wear dead confetti
and drop the exclusive time
quick as a spoiled child's
toys on christmas with rotting trees
in front yards and deflated
snow globes on wet lawns
and the sound of my shoes
scraping against the sidewalk
my mother will say, don't scrape your shoes-
why? because it drives me crazy
like slippers on linoleum-
i think that's right
forgetting my plans
tucking my ambitions away
like fancy dark chocolate in
the back of the refrigerator
where know one's teeth will
carve cocoa scoops into the edges
and i will forget them too
i play the same story of you
over and over and over again
in my mind- like a taste
i can't get enough of you-
my sadness sandwhich
gaining weight
and making me hate my hips
at the paradise icecream
store on your
sweet, savage corner.