I can only see you in full color
your fat assed syllables dying
in the straight faced air
with the wild aromas
gin and peppermint
chapped lips
in the rearview mirror
robbing the world
of its daydream
perverted memories
of beatified cold sores
heavy
and too soon
they yield
to my ankles
crooked and hung
meaty out the back door
Later I know
the minature borders
drawn deep into the femur
a fractured continent
lit
Monday, May 17, 2010
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submit this to a publisher. really. do it.
ReplyDeleteWhen I read it, it goes by really fast, of course because the lines are so short. But it's sort of like, once I deliberately slowed down I noticed how many questions I can ask about each line. For example, if you are saying you can only see someone in full color, does that mean that you want to see them in black and white? Or does it mean they are on TV?
ReplyDeleteAnd then, "Robbing the world of its daydream", why does the daydream belong to the world and not just someone in the car?
The way it's fractured, makes me feel almost like I'm missing some information, or that all the information is there but I'm only offered glimpses of it. And for the most part the lines come off as bits of memories, so it's kind of like I'm looking through the family photos of someone I don't know.