That’s what they wrote, tis what then they implored me thus to
seek
(you cant see such writings in the dark, cant feel blood on flat
wood...)
Hearts.
For I met a girl there on the sand lounging lazy as the day
was long, book
held closely loose, hips matching lips in a pursed way as her
shades slid
thus made sense when closer I leaned to inspect, apologized
for a sound.
Stood back when realizing that hands & feet, butt 2 cheek
littered heartily
with symbols drawn, lines; a thousand runes by which to
loftily intrigue,
subdued the more dapper words I had then twirling round, wounds
not
spoke too loud.
I fell for the little things before I saw the rhythms, bile
rising softly, me to
grin out through the puke poke sneak sack lie in which I’d
claim it.
She smiled at whence she claimed me, rose then said she
loved me, we
had nerve to call me schizophrenic, yet heartily I awoke to
this new fear
that of a girl and a world, and every lie I’d ever tell
carved writ wrought
on her at large, on this a frame then now to bend? (Enter deep within?)
For a thief recognizes another on wide streets, & I
stood curious, curious.
Should have known better though as writers, artists, all,
they circle round,
vultures all w/ rock band tunes, bandanas held so close; heads
sway low.
Crisscrossed words upon her open arms, her lovely sun set shadows
about
your shoulders; a clavicle full of posies, her side stitched
hitch hand to
wave or guts to punch at that the first kiss she shared with
me a car broke.
A warning to the near sky, “BEWARE”, soft then hard at hand,
a land,
your very torso, scrawled all I was lucky just to hold but
bold I stood
lightning rises in the jar, cracks all containments, such
lids fly sideways.
This true delight I marvel(ed?) in holding, its wiggling worms
- a frame
that I didn’t see of a name, didn’t share the shame till far
too late, didn’t
dwell on the same legs loved, and that alone I should have
said mattered.
It did not. I
did not either, though I contemplate on ochre nights, sights
made so
fanciful freely my mind shatters on new shores, your open
pores beckon.
For one cannot see worry rising in the dark, we cannot meet
50’s fantasy
fascinations without laughing at the fascist ways you circle
round, towns
give before your soft toes, the hard fist, yet you did not
seek to navigate.
Only observe fast in a quick song, another mark ready for
shoulder side
a blade to draw a new beat, a harmony wretched in skin pulled
thin to bite
hard, pull fast in large rooms, the sand calls again I’m
falling…
May it come again, may the rest of the world see your worth
as I, a
Meaning on the brow, a lifting of the now before the snow.
For I…I…
I fell for that pit before I ever knew feel flavor traced
soft hands on loose
skin above ink that called them yet came to claim it; you
(she) maimed
herself for a name, came fast upon hard sheets, a whistled
machination –
a boob chandelier soon to rise?
Snake in the armpit held, porcupine on the backside, meld
it’s a call for a new state, a new Mexico rising on a hard
plain.
I’ll love her leaving there, see her dancing out on the hard
pan, I’ll
Love there in between, here and take care and everywhere
else the same.
It is funny, how the bodies we lie in, only rented, hot
quixotic electrical
desires as the impulses that slide side by side, meld not
but lie, twist side
to other side there in the dark. Hold not me or you, but oft each other,
Upwards, outward – no complaints when bodies sprain the
others worth.
Then on to next, into
another.
Electrons dancing silly, the thick hair or skin cells flake
off of your &
your little hands, being vessels by which to hold, to love.
Babe give me a blotter, and I will show you how…how…
We draw little lies upon our backsides, dog-o-the-one-tail
not effective as
its cats familiar does not worry about the colors, no blacks
then blues,
only bruises rise, same as you gave to I, I…gods…
God, you cant see such writings in the dark...
You can never see such madness in the part…
(Cant see sparks before they fly)
Cannot call me before I die.
Cannot tell me that I lie, I
love you, and that alone should
matter.