some contemporary poetry |
nothing what am i that just that i feel it real deep under the skin above my scratched fingernails that smell like your smell your baggy clothes oh they hide you and your shapes like a secret of a friend stabbing a friend in the back you don’t wanna say it you’d rather staple your tongue right beneath the bottom edge of your speaking terms listen your knees crack again like the bones of the dead like mine maybe i am dead i didn’t ever think that i would make it all the way here why are you a secret? you want me to peel all those layers off like a smiling face scattered teeth breaking those corners where saliva gets solid and my dream fade i lose focus i gain focus on that cage those white chains of fabric that hold you and your skin in place but you slide on the floor you jump from one side to the other for me you break yourself apart for me but it’s too late i’m broken i broke myself for you orange, yellow too many days wasted keep on sliding next to me let yourself dangle above this concrete marble we call ground point a gun at my face with your hands form that shape the one that’s gonna kill me just like when you decide to agitate your crown your throne your body i stop seeing sides it all gets modern contemporary social vertical like I can only stare at the broken drama of your fading skinny ribcage oh you do you lift that shirt up it’s lined up like a zebra i feel your skin getting dirtier at every single step you take around my wooden room the lights flicker it always has but is feels like it’s flickering in a different movement it gets blue my hands go up they slide around your slippery legs you keep on running away you can’t move like you wish but i promise if you could if only you could see yourself and how your hands attract energy you would most probably fall in love with yourself too isn’t it cold with that belly button ripped apart? ready where do those shoulders go? how does that hair move like that? i’ve seen unimaginable things in life i’ve seen many i can’t find a meaning to who i am and why but you the camera flashed you scream cute it echoes around the room we pass out on a couch still humming some the sun’s dropping on wires hanging through shoes theown away i wanna write all of your letters around my eye i glitter with bubbles with teeth golden of diamonds like moon jumping up and down in a sad abandoned park of fear and abandonment i told you who i was before i swung my gun around my car filled with greenery it’s growing beneath my pink hair and your lush collar for me to entice to anticipate to think about as i’m scattered around your living room on the floor torn to pieces blown away in spikes to the wind it’s like all the times we traveled we felt through something i stared at your skin in a towel through a balcony the eiffel tower in lingerie a gust of the ocean out let’s go all out baby we can fall through all those doors those gothic windows those old phones straighten ourselves our eyebrows military eyeshadows lighs they chase us but we’re falling in barefoot on thumbtacks on fire a carpet made of glass roses it felt all real you felt real if it was a lie lie to me again i wanna be lied to i’d go through a cup of scolding tea for your running by the sea to come close for your lipstick to bend around my clothes for the smell of your tears next of kin your legs closing in skin to skin |