Monday, November 15, 2010

envy is the wrong word

I can't stop looking
at pictures of girls
I say, 'Girl'
she stares back at me
I say certainly you are lovely
certainly she is lovely
I cannot imagine what
being in love with her would be like
I will just sit here and imagine
and stare

I don't know it's just I heard today that
beauty is really cracks
like in a sidewalk or an old person's cheeks
destruction and experience create
the unreachable
but man I just love staring at these girls
I say, 'Girl'
but she doesn't stare back

2 comments:

  1. i understand you
    oh i understand so very much.

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  2. re: birdgirl
    for sizoe

    I don't know if the walls are caving in or out
    so I'm all black, I'm freaking out in my way
    I am glad I don't have a car because I would
    flee! I would scurry under the cover of a city!
    I would dare to go without the shackles I'm
    buying, moreso borrowing from the gov.
    Jesus Christ she is looking everywhere else
    but at me, but she hold me by a text leash
    it's insanity, I love relationships via words
    much more than I do through conversations
    What of you Riches, are they looking back too?
    When you look at his face does he see the real
    you? I know you're somewhere else some times
    I know you feel the continental drifting under
    your geological dusty southern roots
    boston cream pie honey bunch, I fathom you
    I speak your speak, we walk our walks, we hit
    the streets with cunning unknown to anyone
    but our own clever raven klawz
    like assassins and witches we hold secrets
    above our lover's heads about what might
    be in ours, we love ourselves we love the world
    far more than any cock or cunt, they take the
    brunt of our insanity, I wiggle my finger and
    say come with me to a herd of followers on my
    best days. You are my number one, darling, in
    your very special place, you have a way of
    charming with your gchat realist lingo
    When I search my contacts, hit you, say
    bingo! my friend is at my ear, if I don't
    cut it off for a crazy thing with a devil dog
    and her sink full of symbolic dirty dishes
    I get her Lorrie Moore, anagram my name
    with hers, and wonder about my future
    with me, you, and if it's all going to go
    to the birds.


    ps. I did not intend to ramble so

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