Random of The Shining
sometimes I linger in places
where I probably shouldnt be
glaring through a fog
maybe to thick for me
I oooze into crevices
dali-esque
I glare into mirror
kahlo-ish
I smash like Galager
mallet in hand
on a Pollock day
I wise like DaVinci
when Im in a better way
I soothe happy little mistakes
like a Bob Ross fan brush
I chizle stone
cause its never enough to chip away
at
my arms that are empty
like the venus de milo
baron in a sea of stalks
waiting to rest within
the silo
solo - so low
Id give my other ear to van gough
then Id say
man now your paid!
in an earfull
of unheard iwantus
I am tapestry woven
crochet'd into a sweater
never to be worn
as I hang in mindful
closets
waiting for the season
that never comes
but admired
when that door opens
and then closes
at a convienent whim
like I glow in the dark or somethin'
while inside
I make noises like
squeaky sneaks on
glazed wood
deep inside
wating for a whistle
and a foul
so I can free throw
myheart
from half court
into a rim shot
bucket of tears
adding up to
2 tears in a bucket
maybe we'll stop sulking
endlessly
and maybe I can stop whining
at the moon
and complaining to the stars
that the planets
arent revolving properly
round my gravity
then maybe I might stop
yearning that inigma
that threw Newtons apple
down to kiss the dirt
to make it not hurt
while squirts of juices
flirt with bruises
and the banal
mirages as the beautiful
yet wont change back
as I creep
closer
cause hair on face
and metal through flesh
makes eyes blink hard
at the dichotomy
of lifes soft pulpy pinks
filters ablazed red
and them sweet air kisses
that barely brunch skin
seem like memories of past lifetimes or
a cruel prophecy
that no one believes
but lives betwix
sky and sea
icarus'd out
burning like satan partying
cuz hopes are ashes
and my skin been singed by way
of witch burnings
inquisitions in the name of lust
and wanton
sing upon the whisper'd breeze
in forming
that you exist.
and so do I.
teething.again.
