31 January 2012

text you when i'm drunk

or write a
poem
about how i feel small bits of nothing
ignite and explode
into suns and solar systems and life and no life
in a fraction of time
that cannot be recreated
on film
maybe tweet something like
god damn
as if something profound has just happened
in my chestbrain
but i haven't the vocab
to really say
anything
and think too much about the smallest corner
of your face
where i write tiny haiku like jokes
about the inner you
and please lean up
or breathe a vowel under my chin
so close to my neck
i die
i die
i die
like a tree dies, or a whale dies
or the universe

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