Sunday like a bandaid peeled off slow

[the_rev]

Another saturday with a cramp stretched its arms
as high as it could and long after dawn
and we wake up and it's always today
haven't rubbed our eyes to tomorrow in years

we wake up for food, for television,
we wake up with a name
on our breaths that doesn't signify
anyone in the room

and then it was a dream
of a memory
of a wish
that you could've followed her to colorado

I admit to insanities
the kind that accompany love
where you don't know which way it's directed
and you may be playing russian roulette with your tongue

as it whispers in her ear
and when the ear goes away
are you just a lover at rest?
like a racehorse to be put out to pasture

I have known women whose vaginas felt like bear traps
and other women whose eyes pulled like gravity
and still others whose brains were the canyonlands of Utah

sometimes I feel like the Einstein of love
sometimes I'm the columbus of the heart
claiming all that land that was already found
by someone else

but I don't want to live for the credit of doing it
I never asked to make the world spin
just wanted to know how
and predict where it will go

I no longer believe in genius
just know that pain causes expertise
sometimes I wish metaphors would come to life

that her lips really had been fire
and that now I'd speak between two horizontal scars
instead of saying nothing
now that she's gone