free write poem april 18th
Liquid Solid Love
Phase 1 Liquid
Phase 2 Solid
Phase 3 Love
Let me elaborate
Phase 1 Liquid
We are the vehicles that know the gush of empty street corners
We are the people that ride on the waterfall of vehicles
There are bicycle gears wrapped around our wrists like handcuff bracelets
Metal and grating and toothed like our childhood memories
Grinding what is left of our romantic flower bearing wrists to bone marrow
Hollow enough to poison every morning dove with love
Unwrapped enough to rip the tongue from every couple open mouth kissing in the park
And yes, every ice cubes melts, once water will once again be water
And how, every humans melts, once water will once again be water
Phase 2 Solid
Give me something solid
Solid enough to walk on
No wait, I lied
There is a garter snake in my bedroom with cobblestone scales
Who can’t shed its skin faster then me but how siblings will try
I build sandcastles from this skin we shed,
lead mandolins
we shed stone swallowing violence
we brush off the groping touch of fate
with her heavy whiskey breathe and rich brown curls remind me of a girl I once knew
Fate has such heady cologne
That smells like the sandcastles I build out of vanity
out of my voice
out of anything solid
These sound waves I give to you are monkey wrench ripples
Vibrating like a tuning fork that knows your journal well
And will share it with every kid in the class
Every notice that people who have their heads in the clouds
Miss what’s going on below
They forget how to lie because that is all they know
And even though you dreamers may tickle the angels private parts with your neck hair
Down here we have wheelbarrows full of the kind of broken egoes that come in hour glasses
That fill beaches
So what else can we do but build sandcastles and call them good lives
Just as you are building walls out of jaw bones and calling them castles
Some people tell me that you lie to yourself
But I know better because I know how to lie
You are truthful, you know that money smells worse then a hookers crotch scent
and yet you will never feel like one whoring yourself off
You know that you can’t iccarus crash so long as you build your castles above the sun
Well, tell me this, did you know that the ocean tide always comes
nomatter where you hide
Smoothes every single stone
build that rope ladder tall
but in the end you are just waiting for the waves to reach you
To kiss those toes
To kiss the fingers of those of us who stand on our hands
Ostrige bury my face until the only thing I can see out of
is the calcified flesh on my big toe
In this end the waves are coming to kiss you
Death is coming for us without consent
Is that rape?
Is that assault?
Can I take the reaper to trial for kissing me with wet lips
For smoothing me skipping stone I wanted to ripple across this world
Neon lights in my eardrums buried past a hollow eraser in my hands
And I am rubbing my gut like a genie’s lamp just wishing I could get some wishes
But there are fucking erasers in my hands and it’s just wiped away any chance
I had of understanding why I wanted life so bad in the first place
Phase 3: Love
I can feel the hot wax of every enevelope I left un-sealed
Can read the eviction letters I never sent myself
Is that why we stayed in these flesh bag bodies longer then we wanted to
I do not know how to be myself
But I do know how to love myself
God never knew how to make us ourselves
So we made God in our image
The clay shapes the spaces between the hands fingers
Fills them the same way that water becomes ice
Water can not melt, only evaporate
So at least we are safe somewhere
We know how to pomegranate smiles
Leave the seeds in my shoes so that a tree will grow
And when I bears fruit I will call this eden
And make a home out in the waves
So that I never have to wait for them to tear down this castle
It’s all just a matter of where you build
And finding trust
In liquid solid love
they are the bricks
Phase 1 Liquid
Phase 2 Solid
Phase 3 Love
Let me elaborate
Phase 1 Liquid
We are the vehicles that know the gush of empty street corners
We are the people that ride on the waterfall of vehicles
There are bicycle gears wrapped around our wrists like handcuff bracelets
Metal and grating and toothed like our childhood memories
Grinding what is left of our romantic flower bearing wrists to bone marrow
Hollow enough to poison every morning dove with love
Unwrapped enough to rip the tongue from every couple open mouth kissing in the park
And yes, every ice cubes melts, once water will once again be water
And how, every humans melts, once water will once again be water
Phase 2 Solid
Give me something solid
Solid enough to walk on
No wait, I lied
There is a garter snake in my bedroom with cobblestone scales
Who can’t shed its skin faster then me but how siblings will try
I build sandcastles from this skin we shed,
lead mandolins
we shed stone swallowing violence
we brush off the groping touch of fate
with her heavy whiskey breathe and rich brown curls remind me of a girl I once knew
Fate has such heady cologne
That smells like the sandcastles I build out of vanity
out of my voice
out of anything solid
These sound waves I give to you are monkey wrench ripples
Vibrating like a tuning fork that knows your journal well
And will share it with every kid in the class
Every notice that people who have their heads in the clouds
Miss what’s going on below
They forget how to lie because that is all they know
And even though you dreamers may tickle the angels private parts with your neck hair
Down here we have wheelbarrows full of the kind of broken egoes that come in hour glasses
That fill beaches
So what else can we do but build sandcastles and call them good lives
Just as you are building walls out of jaw bones and calling them castles
Some people tell me that you lie to yourself
But I know better because I know how to lie
You are truthful, you know that money smells worse then a hookers crotch scent
and yet you will never feel like one whoring yourself off
You know that you can’t iccarus crash so long as you build your castles above the sun
Well, tell me this, did you know that the ocean tide always comes
nomatter where you hide
Smoothes every single stone
build that rope ladder tall
but in the end you are just waiting for the waves to reach you
To kiss those toes
To kiss the fingers of those of us who stand on our hands
Ostrige bury my face until the only thing I can see out of
is the calcified flesh on my big toe
In this end the waves are coming to kiss you
Death is coming for us without consent
Is that rape?
Is that assault?
Can I take the reaper to trial for kissing me with wet lips
For smoothing me skipping stone I wanted to ripple across this world
Neon lights in my eardrums buried past a hollow eraser in my hands
And I am rubbing my gut like a genie’s lamp just wishing I could get some wishes
But there are fucking erasers in my hands and it’s just wiped away any chance
I had of understanding why I wanted life so bad in the first place
Phase 3: Love
I can feel the hot wax of every enevelope I left un-sealed
Can read the eviction letters I never sent myself
Is that why we stayed in these flesh bag bodies longer then we wanted to
I do not know how to be myself
But I do know how to love myself
God never knew how to make us ourselves
So we made God in our image
The clay shapes the spaces between the hands fingers
Fills them the same way that water becomes ice
Water can not melt, only evaporate
So at least we are safe somewhere
We know how to pomegranate smiles
Leave the seeds in my shoes so that a tree will grow
And when I bears fruit I will call this eden
And make a home out in the waves
So that I never have to wait for them to tear down this castle
It’s all just a matter of where you build
And finding trust
In liquid solid love
they are the bricks