Bourbon whirlwinds stranded

September 3, 2018 12:58AM

Bourbon whirlwinds stranded
Sanded seams
Snapping
Pasture
violin fevers
scenic glass-blown diorama
velvet-stamping furious
Pandora’s scented vision
Periscope paper-towel wet-dream
Broken lens
Pandemic wisdom seething
Your tooth is in my nail
I gave it life, you gave it
Mulch.
I gave it gravel,
You gave it flowers.

We breath them deep,
And forget.

We’re 100 percent charged,
100 percent damaged,
Tongue in the mouth of stars,
Cinder swiping down,
A shadow of a tree, a crystal suture sucking the
flesh into a healing
scar.  Ah,
let’s try and remember where the alcohol is,
we’re diving down,
sawdust broken town, sawdust-broken bed…

And suddenly the ocean shore looms and you
wish you had a cigarette and a tongue full of
sin and bliss and dark dark
carpet burns
we wave our arms up and down with
elk-horn-mating silken-whoooooo

And fuck, when summer ends,
All those leaves fall listless to our feet,
Burnt-dream in violin tears, puddles
Cradled
Sunburnt
Belted
Betted,
Lost.

And when you can’t breath, I’ll hold your head,
I’ll winnow the sky,
Candescent
Systemic light,
Fuck,
You bend down in child’s pose and
Can’t get up,
You creak towards the sink.

Your hands tangle as they move up and
Down
The phone charger blinks and blinks and blinks as you
Wait
Wait
Wait
For some response.

The bottle empties.

All the urgency, the blinking,
The tangle,
The pacing,
The time.

That violin, it hurts.

We ordered our love over the internet,
shipping and Handling
Moday-morning-Sepia
Silken blasphemy

Your therapist quit and
Hello
I was there;
Hands from face to nipples to hip.
An exercise in collecting phrases

You verified, you captcha’d our love,
I drank up those words,
all those bubbly nights
Falsetto moon,
It’s all bound to end somewhere,
tinder euthanasia,
White Noise,

The sound of our holding hands walking carefully
Down that gravel road,
Forest-silent touch.

Ah shit, this could go on forever.

But it doesn’t.