"inlines" poems
*some men and women
will scale you from 1 to 10
like they have lived within
the outlines and inlines of your body,
like it's your fault the moon has craters
or a crow was born albino
or death is inevitable
but they have only seen
the curves of your waist
when they should have seen
the curves of your cerebrum,
blooming with constellations on every turn;
they have only seen
the bumps of your biceps
but they should have seen
the bumps of your big heart
pumping rivers of stardust on every cycle
because you are not a 1 nor a 5 nor a 10—
you are a hundred
it is not your fault that
you carry cosmos in your veins;
i am proud of you—
it must be difficult to handle
that much beauty and power
and this is why their scales
only last up to 10—
because they can only see
the milky way
when you are
the whole universe*
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
i called your name through
my fingertips
and you answered , you called
back with the blinks of
your seas, the shiver of
your late autumn forests
and i could
taste the fresh breeze in my lungs.
toe to toe and lip to lip is
the way i've learned your
outlines and your inlines,
your filled in
places and the places
where the ink bleeds through
the paper.
maybe if i painted a seaside,
maybe if i painted a forest
i could smear down the
silhouette of you
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
In summer nights your words goes wild, slipping in
through the windows so you could sort of smell
how the whole night had turned out
Imagine the look on the face
when they realised what you stole out of them
Stopping it from the step, loosing the language
in the tombs of dead fools
(where else could be home?)
I stick my finger up the hole
spin it around, so that the twist of pleasure falls out
dripps to then become sticks that pokes holes
inlines
As a kid,
I could take them away, imagining that I
went away
so that we never had to hear that cunning mind again
I will never turn younger, I’m told.
I’m just wondering what they mean
For what happens when my mind does not absorb the idea
realisation about the casual plan
it sort of falls apart
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC