Tyler J Perrin

Tyler J Perrin Apr 2011

I thought when I watched you the clocked stop
I was only breathing too hard
your bony fingers are around my heart
if feels so good to feel them there
they are cold
but I will make them warm again
I wear my skeleton like a spider
or an ant
touch my back
my body is an electric fence
the ghosts of the sparrows that flew out of your mouth
only know where sunsets grow
we fallowed them to the trees
where they are skinny and bare
and their roots are as cracked as ours
I was holding your hand so gentle
I thought that I was going to lose you
I was whispering to your ears
telling them not to worry
you thought I spoke in madness
it was only my smile
that magically tricked you into loving me
my magic tricks are a musical garden I tried to grow you
but the sun never came
neither did the rain
one night you tried to not let me see you crying
but I knew you did
cause your heart stung me like a jellyfish
my hands
are still raw and numb from the sorrow
but I know that you had forgiven me
when the bleeding finally stopped
I still haven't shown you the scars
but I was only speaking in madness

Tyler J Perrin Mar 2011

From Inside You Seek

your eyes
cut me in two
split
just below
the rib cage
all that I am
spills
on to the floor
like scattered sheets of paper
written in
my terrible
half-child
half-god
gibberish

Tyler J Perrin Mar 2011

Of Burning Flesh it Smelt

he held the sun
cupped in his hands
peers into a hole
made for gazing upon it
its heat
is burning
blister on his hands
all of his life
now smells
of burning flesh

the thinker
thinks away his time
pondering his oblivion
now covered
in sliver hairs
running rapid like sliver foxes

wishing he held
in his hands
something
a little more smoother
more soothing

now that his eyes can no longer see
and his hands can no longer feel

Tyler J Perrin Mar 2011

When the Backs Are Turned We Applaud

I did not stop to stare at the angles
didn't need to, my mother did. She waits slowly
like they can hear her, praying louder
screaming like god was on fire
that he was, I was too. He knows me
like a son, like a ghost
I was on fire
my belly full of water
I'd drink glass after glass not spilling a drop
not wasting any on my cheeks
fat with the gulps

my father watched over my mother
she was a flower
a soft dandelion amongst roses

when I was young I would seek out the night
and count the stars
as far away as they were
at ten seems so close
too close to touch
until my farther yelled for me to come home
either it was too late
or he loved me too much

when I was older
no one told me to play it safe
I played with lions
we ate dreams like they were apples
pluck another from the tree
god isn't looking

Tyler J Perrin Mar 2011

Animals

he sits at a wooden desk
with a candle
and a thought between his teeth
he has no room for
the pictures
caught in the wrinkles of his bed sheets

outside
he can hear the howl of the moon
and the creatures
that dwell
underneath its sliver skin

he opens the window
to let in the rain
that holds
between its fingers
damp cloths

and the pain of her
is carved
in the side of his desk

he climbed outside
to be
another
black figure

in the rain he howled
and ran like an animal
scaring the forest
the trees

bites his tongue
as hard as he could

wipes the blood off in the grass

peels back the sorrow
from his dark skin
as the rain
clean his bones

he climbs back though the window

in his room
where he is cold
and wooden

Tyler J Perrin Mar 2011

Spirits Grow Between the Seasons

lets take a drive
to the country
read stories to the wind
find a tree
and take a nap

let go of our egos
close our eyes
throw ghosts like stones
write a book
about every mistake we've ever made
and sell it to a blind man

kiss under the backs of a myth
hold me close to your heart
and somewhere between the bed sheets
lose ourselves

find me in the fabric of sky
in the arch of night
I am the back bone of dusk

lets ferment
in the country
growing bitter
and sweeter
in the long months

harvest my songs
my poems are birds
and I have a mouth full of seeds

run your fingers through me like a river
you are a tall tall tree

I am just a man
looking for his beautiful bed
to one day be buried in

and you are a sliver line
in black clouds

take a ride with me
to a country
and grow our hair between the seasons

Tyler J Perrin Mar 2011

Headaches

I could feel the pulse of daylight
becoming louder and louder

not knowing which way to look

her burning field
reminds me of my childhood

and how I would sneak out of the house
to live like the foxes

my father did not like this

I still stay up late
and pretend to hear the shadows

they are cold and quiet
and dance across my walls

I am cutting out pieces of my brain
to grow you an orchard of pomegranates

when the seasons come
eat the words that I have given to you

plant the wisdom in your belly
grow fields around your heart

and take away all these headaches