"boygirl" poems
all wide open big Spring mouth
the slather of your creeping
is clear its
full and
teeth are
white slick sharp
tumbling with
the smell of
sunscreen
(a dribble of
rosehips
sweetly
)
the clamor of a boygirl
too early
in the sun
eyes aching
rubbing them from crisp
sleep into ragged waking
THE!SEA
and miles of it a car
warm too
much a stirring of dust(laughing next to me about suddenly how one time she broke a boy's heart
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
sorry fickle fanatic
friendly fuzzy teddy bear
beetle on its back trying
to turn over with a pen
from a bouquet of pencils
bouncing ink stain firewall
bouncy ball
sitting on a turnstile
with tessellated tiles
counting liars for miles
I'm sorry if I'm being such a fickle fanatic.
Should I be ashamed? I am confused.
I just want to be a fuzzy teddy bear
but I'm just an angry beetle
on it's back trying
too hard
to turn over
and I feel guilty now.
I turn over and inside out
with the help of a pen from a bouquet
of pencils bouncing on ink stains
firewall bouncy ball
sickness
I feel uneasy
I'm sitting on a turnstile
watching the tessellated tiles
as I count liars for miles
shuffle shuffle click click
sorry girlboy
boygirl **** that
find some ******* friends,
you fuzzy teddy bear
you're a beetle trying
to lay on its back and turn over
try writing with that pen
you'll find it's a bouquet of truths
pick one out and run with it
they're all just bouncing
ink stains
You sit there on a turnstile
watching hundreds of your selves
shuffle shuffle on click clicking
you count yourself over and over
and you're the tessellated tiles
you're watching yourself
counting liars
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC