I untwisted my brain today And lay it out on the table in rows Examined it for kinks To see what the other thought thinks To ask it what it knows. I mushed it back together But I couldn’t quite remember What went where, or how it goes…. I squeezed it back in through my nose And now my thoughts just flow and flow Part of some muddled, mixed up show All cause I examined my brain dontcha know.
i am always carrying your name under my tongue, in that small place under my tongue and i don’t think i’m ready yet to loosen my lips and let you slip out and leave me forever because thats a scary thought, thats a **** scary thought. I’d be more comfortable cutting off my own arm or going blind or being spat into the middle of the ocean because that’s just physical, that means nothing, i have another arm, and i have my memories, and i could probably swim enough to reach some kind of island or strip of land or even just let nature take control and pull me into the arms of the big blue babe and she’d kiss me and show me her shiny shells and dead bones of fish collected in piles on the floor and i’d live down there forever and i would crawl out of my weight and leave it in a collected pile on the floor and i’d float through the air and i’d breathe deeply full of water and i’d be water and she’d be water and we’d be water and it wouldn't matter if i love you or if i’m just afraid because i’d be water and you’d be bones and blood and brains and i’d just be water, and you can’t confuse water with anything else but water but bones and blood and brains are messy and thick and runny and easily confused with things like spaghetti and red paint and death and i want to be water. clear and unmistakable. but i’m not water, i am also bones, and i am blood, and i am brains, and i’m not one bit clear.
Your hands are The Same size as mine yet they can Hold so much more than My feeble instruments; my arms however can lift your Heavy Body higher than the twisting tendrils of Strong vine stretching themselves up and out into the sky on a ten foot trellis your hands Tight they grab my arms then we lift Together They Melt into a wild new assist
You can pretend That the black gloss On my lashes Will glue my eyes shut- Make me blind to truth; To ‘true knowledge.’ Go ahead. Tell yourself That my red-painted lips Only spout nonsense. It will only make it sweeter When my wing-lined eyes Give you whiplash as I walk past you To get my degree; My award; My paycheck. Maybe if you’re ‘nice’ I’ll buy you an ice pack.