i will write you a happy poem
i will stitch it together in delighted diligence.
i wont clean behind the doorways with it
and i will keep it from the dirt and cobwebs.
and i wont bring up
what i shouldn't.
i will pick out the maggots
wriggling
with my teeth if
i need to.
and i will dress the ****** stumps in
gorgeous, coral lace. (which will only stain a little.)
heaving.
i will write you a happy poem, tucking in the rotten bits.
with high notes in
sandalwood and orange blossom.
it will have showers of sweet nothings exploding
in crystalline pink bits of
cellophane
that might stab in your eyes.
people will call it exotic and intoxicating.
i'll dot my "i"s with *******
little, red-ruby hearts
so small you cannot see
the microscopic hairline cracks. (i promise)
i will painstakingly polish it
in earnest.
all spit shine and black lacquer.
sticky chinned grin
and flushed cheeks from
love
or screams
or something like that.
....and i know,
i'll wrap it up tight in ribbons. crimson.
fresh like a heart that has only just
stopped.
just sliced and steaming.
my perfect ingredients.
and i will tether it from me
to you.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
i will write you a happy poem
i will stitch it together in delighted diligence.
i wont clean behind the doorways with it
and i will keep it from the dirt and cobwebs.
and i wont bring up
what i shouldn't.
i will pick out the maggots
wriggling
with my teeth if
i need to.
and i will dress the ****** stumps in
gorgeous, coral lace. (which will only stain a little.)
heaving.
i will write you a happy poem, tucking in the rotten bits.
with high notes in
sandalwood and orange blossom.
it will have showers of sweet nothings exploding
in crystalline pink bits of
cellophane
that might stab in your eyes.
people will call it exotic and intoxicating.
i'll dot my "i"s with *******
little, red-ruby hearts
so small you cannot see
the microscopic hairline cracks. (i promise)
i will painstakingly polish it
in earnest.
all spit shine and black lacquer.
sticky chinned grin
and flushed cheeks from
love
or screams
or something like that.
....and i know,
i'll wrap it up tight in ribbons. crimson.
fresh like a heart that has only just
stopped.
just sliced and steaming.
my perfect ingredients.
and i will tether it from me
to you.
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