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let me see your big hands holding big hearts slipping out
Ventricles for finger fucking, blacking out the doubt
Like bubbles underwater, air bubbles in my blood stream
Mouth against the lacerations, don't breathe, don't leave
me here, bones hiding too far under skin and hair,
dusting for fingerprints on your bare back, I was never there
Holding me off with the knowledge things are better
when you're taking off your sweater, ignoring the colder weather
than ever placed against your chest, against your gasp breath
bare chest, river water ten degrees at best, pressed
against the pedigree and genetics of your frenetic being here
because you knew I would be, and you knew I'd try not to care
but fail miserably, sweaty palms betraying
all the thoughts not worth saying.

Clouds are solid things, God is walking on them
my neighbor is the coolest because God is talking to him
special kind of crazy to be demented and lazy
let the flock come forth to you
true messenger, back seat passenger,
wood glue as a desperate inhalant or as a fastener
arts and dark crafts, huh? is that your game?
or are you a urinal frozen cube dropped mysteriously from a plane?
ten pounds lighter from fight or flight all nighters with lighters
you can't fight and take hits, you can't bit your dry lips
to pick strips of skin off and let loose blood underneath
as an excuse not to wear makeup
and not shake cups of nickels
because the sound makes your high mind happy and tickle.


from His Irreparable Innocence, released September 18, 2011



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