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Reconstructing
Your ideas hang low
a starched shirt for a ceiling
until thread bare
and sweat stained in August.
You look for relief; a waterhole
of inspiration to save yourself
from freezing in winter -
a shard of stagnant ice
coating your shallow grave.
You imagined each other outdoors
or in the backseat of solitude
where you tugged for belonging
until vows spilled like wine
from the bottle of your throats
and your future was forged.
Each night the tugging became
more conservative, haunted
by what watched you
from the shadows;
the You that roamed ghostly
through additions to the house.
You go looking for the days
when you were more sedimentary
than conglomerate.
It's easy to say you haven't arrived yet
it's easy to listen for birds to migrate
make plans for then, make plans
when dusk illuminates your face
that genius seed that smirks
sprouting from who You are
when you're unseen.
It was easier in the years before
remembering how to go back home
searching for recognizable
and large landmarks
the forked highway, the ditch
the mangled 10-speed
and smashed mirror
the white birch such a wizard
at shedding its skin.
You're surrounded by ghosts
it's easy to shut a door
and your mouth to their existence
so as not to disrupt the tension
of fixtures you daily navigate
But, tonight, you're Reconstructing
open that bottle of champagne
flirt with yourself until aroused
jump up and down on beds
despite wrinkling the duvets
Tonight be fair with yourself
tonight don't lie to yourself
tonight Exorcise yourself
so the Spirits can Live
tonight empty conservative
like yesterday's trash
Let there be live shows in French
with cats speaking the language
because it's easy to say
you've been surrounded
but now it's Your time to surround the area
Yellow ribbon it for what's emerging
chalk outline the driveway
carve and bash the pumpkins
spit out their bullet seeds
Do what Humans do
when liberated:
Get naked, kiss everyone
dance with the ghosts
have a banquet of potatoes
sharpen the charcoal
hone the poems and lyrics
Seduce your Alliteration
fondle Your Half-rhyme hard
suckle the breasts of Consonance
and anal-fuck Assonance
Because you've been Activated
and You aren't ever going back
♒
a starched shirt for a ceiling
until thread bare
and sweat stained in August.
You look for relief; a waterhole
of inspiration to save yourself
from freezing in winter -
a shard of stagnant ice
coating your shallow grave.
You imagined each other outdoors
or in the backseat of solitude
where you tugged for belonging
until vows spilled like wine
from the bottle of your throats
and your future was forged.
Each night the tugging became
more conservative, haunted
by what watched you
from the shadows;
the You that roamed ghostly
through additions to the house.
You go looking for the days
when you were more sedimentary
than conglomerate.
It's easy to say you haven't arrived yet
it's easy to listen for birds to migrate
make plans for then, make plans
when dusk illuminates your face
that genius seed that smirks
sprouting from who You are
when you're unseen.
It was easier in the years before
remembering how to go back home
searching for recognizable
and large landmarks
the forked highway, the ditch
the mangled 10-speed
and smashed mirror
the white birch such a wizard
at shedding its skin.
You're surrounded by ghosts
it's easy to shut a door
and your mouth to their existence
so as not to disrupt the tension
of fixtures you daily navigate
But, tonight, you're Reconstructing
open that bottle of champagne
flirt with yourself until aroused
jump up and down on beds
despite wrinkling the duvets
Tonight be fair with yourself
tonight don't lie to yourself
tonight Exorcise yourself
so the Spirits can Live
tonight empty conservative
like yesterday's trash
Let there be live shows in French
with cats speaking the language
because it's easy to say
you've been surrounded
but now it's Your time to surround the area
Yellow ribbon it for what's emerging
chalk outline the driveway
carve and bash the pumpkins
spit out their bullet seeds
Do what Humans do
when liberated:
Get naked, kiss everyone
dance with the ghosts
have a banquet of potatoes
sharpen the charcoal
hone the poems and lyrics
Seduce your Alliteration
fondle Your Half-rhyme hard
suckle the breasts of Consonance
and anal-fuck Assonance
Because you've been Activated
and You aren't ever going back
♒
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