Autumn Girls Adorned In Neon Headdresses; The Coagulated Moon; Plastic Limbs From a Plastic Era
I stepped into a steeped throat of endless curiosity,
a night steeped in the unlit fluids of forgotten fractures
the night we concealed the thought of another
and if we can pass by through any of this it is with the
heavy handed weight of your mother's jaw
a jaw with which we drink from
a jaw who's cupped the night gently
I think of her often, but often she is not here
We met as they parted into the fluid devices
I think of the night and the despair
Adorned in a dress obscured by alluring flesh
Adorned in the unlit firmament, obscured by alluring flesh
I offered her a match
the white pangs of sorrow's acrid philter
You asked me to sit and I sat upon the flowering flesh
You asked for dulcet nepenthe and I offered you my limbs
Adorned and doffed
Autumn girl why do you tend to ephemeral flowers?
Captured in thin magnetic tape
You an antiquarian unearthing plastic arcane artifacts:
colonial matrons whose stone-faced miseries are concealed by stone-faced tradition
And I, a sullen boy who's hammered madness' solemn knell unto my enervated organs
And if by chance we meet again, I'll drink the girls of autumn through a sieve
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In between weightless breaths
sullen boys composed the night with their fingertips
while autumn girls with softened eyes
(eyes softened by the swelling thoughts of day to day)
drew a match & held it underneath the moon
and drip by drip the firmament bleached
like melted wax upon the brain
It is no longer night, it is day.
____
Every night I die on Fillmore Avenue, thinking about you
And the oculist he said to me, "How do you dream with antiquated eyes, in neoteric sleep?"
a night steeped in the unlit fluids of forgotten fractures
the night we concealed the thought of another
and if we can pass by through any of this it is with the
heavy handed weight of your mother's jaw
a jaw with which we drink from
a jaw who's cupped the night gently
I think of her often, but often she is not here
We met as they parted into the fluid devices
I think of the night and the despair
Adorned in a dress obscured by alluring flesh
Adorned in the unlit firmament, obscured by alluring flesh
I offered her a match
the white pangs of sorrow's acrid philter
You asked me to sit and I sat upon the flowering flesh
You asked for dulcet nepenthe and I offered you my limbs
Adorned and doffed
Autumn girl why do you tend to ephemeral flowers?
Captured in thin magnetic tape
You an antiquarian unearthing plastic arcane artifacts:
colonial matrons whose stone-faced miseries are concealed by stone-faced tradition
And I, a sullen boy who's hammered madness' solemn knell unto my enervated organs
And if by chance we meet again, I'll drink the girls of autumn through a sieve
___
In between weightless breaths
sullen boys composed the night with their fingertips
while autumn girls with softened eyes
(eyes softened by the swelling thoughts of day to day)
drew a match & held it underneath the moon
and drip by drip the firmament bleached
like melted wax upon the brain
It is no longer night, it is day.
____
Every night I die on Fillmore Avenue, thinking about you
And the oculist he said to me, "How do you dream with antiquated eyes, in neoteric sleep?"