poems, for lack of a better place to save them
I.
fingering the surfaces of flimsy covers,
I unhinge my binding, making me bound
I am bound to you
because my cover cannot contain me, flimsy as it is
I see
overwhelming my eyes,
vision not founded.
II.
consider what truths you have concealed,
through artifice and charm,
proof will then be erased,
of your animalness
of your savageness
rest composed,
poor sad one: no one will think you uncontrolled.
No one will consider you.
Because you are what you hide,
quick to hide the proof, by abiding by the canon.
What pain is it, to conceal your shadows?
What in time do you miss?
All the time it takes to remain timeless, unlined and untouched.
How can you deny your body the privilege to be unafraid?
Show that, you too, are savage.
That you cannot control the power of yourself.
Threaten the canon.
III.
Beside me, you lay.
feeling the skin that separates us, gurgling words that unify our pinprick pupils.
A tunnel that we can crawl through, a hole that we can slip through
that great pull of falling.
There is grace in passion,
there is potential in loving.
May 7
Underneath the skin we create something of a majesty.
On that we learn to develop around ourselves, as if to extend the capital that we posess.
Without this glow:
this internal knowing flicker of being
you are nothing.
2
I didn't sign up for this job
this task of tending your heart
there's nothing in me that can be yours
nothing that I wouldn't take away if I gave it
don't give yourself to me
i'll only take it away.
Don't trust me to love you.
3
My senses
exist on strings
that tense and sing
pluck and howl
I hurdled my body
(cramped as it was, with its need for flesh)
towards your gaping mouth
your popping finger joints and exageratted limbs
so I could feel you
and how your long hands
felt on my wailing skin
which was never played quite right
12/12/09
unfurl
your sleepy mind that takes so long to tie its self together
the knots in thinking
that trip my intellect again and again
the cup of coffee
that splashes on my shaking hands
unsteady
from uncertainty.
fingering the surfaces of flimsy covers,
I unhinge my binding, making me bound
I am bound to you
because my cover cannot contain me, flimsy as it is
I see
overwhelming my eyes,
vision not founded.
II.
consider what truths you have concealed,
through artifice and charm,
proof will then be erased,
of your animalness
of your savageness
rest composed,
poor sad one: no one will think you uncontrolled.
No one will consider you.
Because you are what you hide,
quick to hide the proof, by abiding by the canon.
What pain is it, to conceal your shadows?
What in time do you miss?
All the time it takes to remain timeless, unlined and untouched.
How can you deny your body the privilege to be unafraid?
Show that, you too, are savage.
That you cannot control the power of yourself.
Threaten the canon.
III.
Beside me, you lay.
feeling the skin that separates us, gurgling words that unify our pinprick pupils.
A tunnel that we can crawl through, a hole that we can slip through
that great pull of falling.
There is grace in passion,
there is potential in loving.
May 7
Underneath the skin we create something of a majesty.
On that we learn to develop around ourselves, as if to extend the capital that we posess.
Without this glow:
this internal knowing flicker of being
you are nothing.
2
I didn't sign up for this job
this task of tending your heart
there's nothing in me that can be yours
nothing that I wouldn't take away if I gave it
don't give yourself to me
i'll only take it away.
Don't trust me to love you.
3
My senses
exist on strings
that tense and sing
pluck and howl
I hurdled my body
(cramped as it was, with its need for flesh)
towards your gaping mouth
your popping finger joints and exageratted limbs
so I could feel you
and how your long hands
felt on my wailing skin
which was never played quite right
12/12/09
unfurl
your sleepy mind that takes so long to tie its self together
the knots in thinking
that trip my intellect again and again
the cup of coffee
that splashes on my shaking hands
unsteady
from uncertainty.