Part 1
My third car broke down
All that metal
It will outlive me
I’ve been jogging to work
Taking the back ways of a neighborhood
I barely know
Yesterday morning
I took pictures
A modern day romantic
A pack of camels followed by
A pack of Marlboro silvers
The cellophane glittered with dew
It will outlive me
A sunset behind a church
Sunsets will outlive me
A shopping cart next to the church sign
The grocery store is very far from here
I imagine it belonged to a homeless man
He found this spot and was saved
The art of being saved will outlive me
Broken glass
I want to touch it
Leave my blood upon it
I want to glue each piece
To form a ball
And hang it from a nearby tree
So that it may own the morning sunlight
Reflect it like small miracles
Some parts red
That glass will outlive me
A dead rabbit
Mostly bone now
That rabbit did not outlive me
I feel good about that
There was also a woman walking her dog
We passed by a tree at the same time
She and the dog were old
She would not let me take her picture
So I took one of the tree
She and the dog will not outlive me
I don’t feel good about that
Part2
This facebook status will outlive me
And I feel like a caveman
Scrawling poetry on cave walls
In an attempt to be remembered forever
I want to place my hand upon your belly
And bite my lips
So I can spit blood
Like a human can of spraypaint
The outline
So you cannot forget what my own touch looked like
You
May not outlive me
And I may not outlive you
All we have is now
All we have is now
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
Part 1
My third car broke down
All that metal
It will outlive me
I’ve been jogging to work
Taking the back ways of a neighborhood
I barely know
Yesterday morning
I took pictures
A modern day romantic
A pack of camels followed by
A pack of Marlboro silvers
The cellophane glittered with dew
It will outlive me
A sunset behind a church
Sunsets will outlive me
A shopping cart next to the church sign
The grocery store is very far from here
I imagine it belonged to a homeless man
He found this spot and was saved
The art of being saved will outlive me
Broken glass
I want to touch it
Leave my blood upon it
I want to glue each piece
To form a ball
And hang it from a nearby tree
So that it may own the morning sunlight
Reflect it like small miracles
Some parts red
That glass will outlive me
A dead rabbit
Mostly bone now
That rabbit did not outlive me
I feel good about that
There was also a woman walking her dog
We passed by a tree at the same time
She and the dog were old
She would not let me take her picture
So I took one of the tree
She and the dog will not outlive me
I don’t feel good about that
Part2
This facebook status will outlive me
And I feel like a caveman
Scrawling poetry on cave walls
In an attempt to be remembered forever
I want to place my hand upon your belly
And bite my lips
So I can spit blood
Like a human can of spraypaint
The outline
So you cannot forget what my own touch looked like
You
May not outlive me
And I may not outlive you
All we have is now
All we have is now
My car broke down, the third one this year, and I have been jogging to work. I took a bunch of picture the other day on my jog. This poem has those pictures on my facebook to accompany it. I've been re-reading some of the romantics lately, only my nature is much different from their nature.
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