deepundergroundpoetry.com
i thought she'd be safer underwater
she had a walk on her
an ass orchestra
that dilated my pupils
started givin me blemishes
one on each side of my brow line
the first time i saw her movin that thing away
made me a hill climber
a tenth degree
engaging in acts they don't have names for
on the internet yet
my wallet in her purse
the 2 chains to my belt loop
across her back
left the icebox open
with the pitchfork below her belly button
still i always thought
a text message askin
"why do you even have a cellphone if you never answer?"
was rhetorical
so i never answer
she should have believed me
when i said i make a lot of mistakes
but i know
monsters are very real
alive and well
not on tv
but in dreams that do come true
the souls of bank managers
SSRI brand names
retirement homes,churches
lil paper packages of beautiful brown sugar
tomorrows on the other side of romantic promises
things you see in you looking out of empty parking lots
Do you string yourself up preemptively to save her a murder?
Kill anyone,
who lies about loving you before you make them honest?
sing drawn to tune by tooth and claw
the shadowier side of the mountain in sunrise
sky eyes
one pale baby blue named
don't you dare say we are the same
i will hold you
close
down
scared, helpless in river silt
with just the pressure of my breath
until the last
rise and fall of yours
an ass orchestra
that dilated my pupils
started givin me blemishes
one on each side of my brow line
the first time i saw her movin that thing away
made me a hill climber
a tenth degree
engaging in acts they don't have names for
on the internet yet
my wallet in her purse
the 2 chains to my belt loop
across her back
left the icebox open
with the pitchfork below her belly button
still i always thought
a text message askin
"why do you even have a cellphone if you never answer?"
was rhetorical
so i never answer
she should have believed me
when i said i make a lot of mistakes
but i know
monsters are very real
alive and well
not on tv
but in dreams that do come true
the souls of bank managers
SSRI brand names
retirement homes,churches
lil paper packages of beautiful brown sugar
tomorrows on the other side of romantic promises
things you see in you looking out of empty parking lots
Do you string yourself up preemptively to save her a murder?
Kill anyone,
who lies about loving you before you make them honest?
sing drawn to tune by tooth and claw
the shadowier side of the mountain in sunrise
sky eyes
one pale baby blue named
don't you dare say we are the same
i will hold you
close
down
scared, helpless in river silt
with just the pressure of my breath
until the last
rise and fall of yours
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 16
reading list entries 7
comments 19
reads 1367
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.