michelle and her self

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited December 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
if pinpricks could pinpoint
i'd start a fire made of stoves
too many inches measured have proven us birds
wingless, we have not flown
our radars will not shut up while we're trying to sleep
in the quiet elliot smith achieved with noise
i'm allergic to aquariums and you're drowing in the weeds
in the quiet voices we tuned out
our radios laughed at our efforts
or maybe it was applause but
now we're splitting hairs to the end
and the end is an eternity
of numbers lighting up
winning-gameshow-contestent's-smile style
a new consonant is formed with our lips
pressing issues into print
i'm so unsure about the shore
high with the tide, pious and sturdy
a cupboard collapses on itself
and renames
antarctica as it migrates north
migraines the world
the brains frozen years ago
will come back to haunt us in our cartoon futures
amen
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Comments

  • at once all the world's faces
    will become lighthouses
    yawning new destinations
    to lost sailors
    and salesmen on borrowed time

    r.i.p. paper
    in our bed we lie
    to each other, we mean
    absolutely nothing
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