We are brutally beautiful We are The soft red glow of a nuclear sunset Pooling like blood From wounds Like that one time I cut my forearms open
Oh so that’s what a heartbeat looks like
It is sign language after a fist fight When I’m so angry I can’t speak So with my hands I tell you No one should talk to you that way
It is the assbackwards way we allow ourselves to heal
For instance When I had cancer My parents took me to church when they could Asked people to pray for me And I thought drinking holy water might help me
It only made me sick And I spent three days in the hospital
This life is ***** It is ugly
We are ugly Like Crime scene photos of bathtub suicides Shortcutting life And still getting into heaven
How after so many years Just to make things interesting Peter takes bribes now
And we are beautiful Brutally beautiful Endearing in our passion Because it’s just a little too conscious to be animal But we try
It is shotgunning a dove And the rain of feathers Even when damp with blood they are still soft
I wanna hold you tightly You coarse cut angel Your jagged edges rub But neither of us wants to fall asleep alone
We will never be perfect But we were supposed to be
Remember that When your ugly rears its head Like a mental mirror showing you only the things you notice about yourself Know nobody sees you the way you see yourself
Just remember To smile more And laugh when things are funny Make love when you can
These things are good for you Balance out the brutal Because you
Are brutally beautiful
This poem is inspired by the poem "Human the Death Dance" by Buddy Wakefield. He is my poetic hero, and I recently met him, which was one of the most amazing experiences ever. Thank you for reading. Here is a video of him reading the poem. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQWlnFMOgbE