poem for Feb 12th
Break Away
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when these moments drink comatose
and we don't know where we came from
that is when I hear the rush of air
where I learn of trampoline children
throat wobbler
your unreal water overflowing with sky car arenas
you fall above the Jesus fate
kick box atmosphere air fall loud, you do
when fruit isn't plucked it leaves trees to rot at family roots
searching for falling how you rot loud at my feet
searching for falling we survive smaller only to reissue each scream on vinyl
-- scratched --
you sip from the tall skyscrapers at your fingertips
you can not kill death so tomorrow will be death's wheels and
skateboard death across a cobblestone trail between the whorehouse and the wherehouse
adolescent vapor on the outside escaped from you cornea
solidified ice like fate
on the seashells of homicide dust of the is
and when our earthly born knowledge makes itself a voice loud enough to shatter every glass pain
solid enough to crash against opaque store paned windows
like blue bird, raven, pigeon crashing against high school biology class windows
interrupting teacher with crack crack fall smack
with all the weight of the world a blue bird, a raven, a pigeon beats against your lung cage
window shopper stuck on the wrong side of a store front display
with a mannequin heart and these plastic mannequin arms
looking out at everybody else lives harder and better
looking out at brighter light grown grass green and wanting
resting against green traffic lights wanting
greener grass lights like hand gadgets breaking under sunlight even farther from light
following the backgammon stacks of clarity circles
we are waiting for doubles like falling
you break
you crash
full speed fall smack three times a caged cannarey
empty bones I will fill you with hot air goodbyes
so that on the single back of beauties you will leave tonight
you rise
---
when these moments drink comatose
and we don't know where we came from
that is when I hear the rush of air
where I learn of trampoline children
throat wobbler
your unreal water overflowing with sky car arenas
you fall above the Jesus fate
kick box atmosphere air fall loud, you do
when fruit isn't plucked it leaves trees to rot at family roots
searching for falling how you rot loud at my feet
searching for falling we survive smaller only to reissue each scream on vinyl
-- scratched --
you sip from the tall skyscrapers at your fingertips
you can not kill death so tomorrow will be death's wheels and
skateboard death across a cobblestone trail between the whorehouse and the wherehouse
adolescent vapor on the outside escaped from you cornea
solidified ice like fate
on the seashells of homicide dust of the is
and when our earthly born knowledge makes itself a voice loud enough to shatter every glass pain
solid enough to crash against opaque store paned windows
like blue bird, raven, pigeon crashing against high school biology class windows
interrupting teacher with crack crack fall smack
with all the weight of the world a blue bird, a raven, a pigeon beats against your lung cage
window shopper stuck on the wrong side of a store front display
with a mannequin heart and these plastic mannequin arms
looking out at everybody else lives harder and better
looking out at brighter light grown grass green and wanting
resting against green traffic lights wanting
greener grass lights like hand gadgets breaking under sunlight even farther from light
following the backgammon stacks of clarity circles
we are waiting for doubles like falling
you break
you crash
full speed fall smack three times a caged cannarey
empty bones I will fill you with hot air goodbyes
so that on the single back of beauties you will leave tonight
you rise