05 affairs of the heart and mouth
i cannot pretend to be in love. i can say
here, this ship has sailed and here, it is a voyage around this love
harbored in our mouths, the rolling waves of our tongues and here,
with these softs hands we push like winds, our bedsheets are sails
and i, here, lie like a mermaid or maybe a siren and i am singing you under
here, like i always had something to say and with all these ocean metaphors and this flatline feeling stretching endless out like the road to new mexico, except if you have ever seen the desert you will know that flatness is a dimension and loss is a beauty and i am trying to say that I AM THE TEMPEST. I AM THE STORM THE UNIVERSE THE NARCISSIST. I AM THE FURTIVE LIPS AND THE WINTER BLOSSOM, WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE. I AM THE AWKWARD GLANCE, THE BROKEN PROMISE, THE CLICHE AND I AM THE WHITE-SKINNED SCAR, THE FUNNY STORY YOU TELL AND I AM THE EVASION THE SILENT SALUTATION THE SILENCE THE SILENCE THE SILENCE I AM DISTANCE AND I BOW TO TIME, AND DID I TELL YOU I AM AN ISLAND A CHILD A LOVE SONG AND THAT SOMETIMES I DANCE WITH MY EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY ARE LIKE SUNS EXPLODING IN THE SKY? OR AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TOLD AND I AM A LIAR A LIAR A LOVER. I AM THE FOX, THE HUNTER WITH THE BOW, THE ARROW AND I AM THE DEATH. I AM THE CANDID PHOTOGRAPH, THE APOLOGY. THE NEVER ENDING ANYTHING.I AM ALL BONES AND BETWEEN THERE IS NOTHING ELSE, NO, AND I CAN SCREAM AND I AND I AND i see the world and we are out of love, him and i.
here, this ship has sailed and here, it is a voyage around this love
harbored in our mouths, the rolling waves of our tongues and here,
with these softs hands we push like winds, our bedsheets are sails
and i, here, lie like a mermaid or maybe a siren and i am singing you under
here, like i always had something to say and with all these ocean metaphors and this flatline feeling stretching endless out like the road to new mexico, except if you have ever seen the desert you will know that flatness is a dimension and loss is a beauty and i am trying to say that I AM THE TEMPEST. I AM THE STORM THE UNIVERSE THE NARCISSIST. I AM THE FURTIVE LIPS AND THE WINTER BLOSSOM, WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE. I AM THE AWKWARD GLANCE, THE BROKEN PROMISE, THE CLICHE AND I AM THE WHITE-SKINNED SCAR, THE FUNNY STORY YOU TELL AND I AM THE EVASION THE SILENT SALUTATION THE SILENCE THE SILENCE THE SILENCE I AM DISTANCE AND I BOW TO TIME, AND DID I TELL YOU I AM AN ISLAND A CHILD A LOVE SONG AND THAT SOMETIMES I DANCE WITH MY EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY ARE LIKE SUNS EXPLODING IN THE SKY? OR AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TOLD AND I AM A LIAR A LIAR A LOVER. I AM THE FOX, THE HUNTER WITH THE BOW, THE ARROW AND I AM THE DEATH. I AM THE CANDID PHOTOGRAPH, THE APOLOGY. THE NEVER ENDING ANYTHING.I AM ALL BONES AND BETWEEN THERE IS NOTHING ELSE, NO, AND I CAN SCREAM AND I AND I AND i see the world and we are out of love, him and i.