notes on harnessing the flavor of strawberries
i haven't listened (a slow long dance) this is the sun you are the marching morning, life (with your tree branch hair) and blue skies i am only turning orange at the sight of you where tides break and night chases us everywhere so here, the lovely grass no one but me watching the earth move hearing buckley slide by i am open to anything but too tired to keep on the details are blurring sometimes like how certain songs remind me of this woman or that certian smells remind me of summer: swimming pools and cut grass, sweat for so long i couldn't look at her or didn't want to hear from her couldn't grasp the wood that kindled friendships or fake the orgasm of glances these are just a few of my days even this one will remind me of someone or something somehow i've known such fine scents and sights so many hands on hands fingernails at tables, smiles at no one walks in the dark alone, arching lips upwards but these are just a few of my days and most of them count more than magic needs to so here, trapped in slow houses laying in every room of an apartment laughing at nothing sighing with no small amount of sadness but glad for every reach and raised eyebrow every army i let loose every sky i sat beneath means more than this poem ever will if it weren't so, it wouldn't be worth writing. i can't hand my life to you however much i wish i could i can't hand my memories over lock, stock and arched backs or pass to you my secret sensations or harness the flavor of strawberries in words, but it's only fair to try 2.
there is no urgency here just now no storm or cloud coming just sighs and smiles, long doorways i never walked through and all the fine carved ones i did this is the soft underbelly of my songs the rest is passing time like kidney stones or giving birth and how sweet each one was how fine the world can be much too fine for me much too fine for you and full of all the softest saddest songs that ever drew a tear and bent on breaking your lips for a smile just like always
2005-10-01 | 10:49 p.m.
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