first poem in a long time (by the way my computer's broken)
I'll shoot you in the face if you crawl up out of the shower drain again
but I hope sincerely that that doesn't mean we can't remain good friends
my hair is wet, your hopes are hung
like shadows stapled to the sun
your ears are pierced by porcupines, neither clinging nor too shy,
that stab my flesh and cut the sky
like there is rain left to be wrung
from the clouds shielding that sad sun
were I a king or a spy or someone fit to say goodbye
I'd never flinch and never lie, no matter how you shift and sigh
I'd shove you down the stairs and then
you'd fly or I'd shove you down again
but I hope sincerely that that doesn't mean we can't remain good friends
my hair is wet, your hopes are hung
like shadows stapled to the sun
your ears are pierced by porcupines, neither clinging nor too shy,
that stab my flesh and cut the sky
like there is rain left to be wrung
from the clouds shielding that sad sun
were I a king or a spy or someone fit to say goodbye
I'd never flinch and never lie, no matter how you shift and sigh
I'd shove you down the stairs and then
you'd fly or I'd shove you down again