16 December 2011

love poem

flex your eye muscles
stretching the pale parts of your body
around the receding view
of things like light
and all matter
my heart thing
all of my ideas are being pulled out of my brain
like dimes clanking up the metal tube of a vacuum
machine
chattering my teeth together in the cold
shaking so violently you can hear my skin
ruffle
until my limbs react to the line of suns streaming past
and i break into some prehistoric space dance
until every part of my body
is a billion miles away from you

2 comments:

mandibles said...

i liked born but i understand that you deleted it

Anonymous said...

you and paul need to write poems called KIM JONG II IS DEAD