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a crippling perversion

by Lauren Singer

we are alchemists at a weary junction.
the sky is falling, he said.
the sky is falling and no one will notice the thin-glass clouds.
gallery space for misfit dregs.

cuts so sharp and subtle,
the wounds won't even bleed.

in the ocean you can't smell the semen,
so i take him into me like waves.
he, my circadian rhythm of good hope.

swallow me, he says.
swallow me and everything will fall together,
you and i can leave here,
and we will be better off lonely
without new york towering between us.

and he can paint my eyelids closed,
so i won't ever have to sleep again.


Posted on 12/04/2007
Copyright © 2020 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/04/07 at 08:16 PM

Outstanding!!! Excellent word choice and flow.....

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/04/07 at 08:53 PM

most beautifully intense. Who needs sleep of the skies or dream with such weary alchemy... we are all "better off" and "everything will fall together"... even us. The juxtaposition of pleasure and regret, passion and perspective, I love.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/12/10 at 01:23 AM

the title sucked me in, and the poem blew my mind! i'm just not sure what else to say...

Posted by Gail Wolper on 10/15/13 at 10:51 PM

Wonderfully bleak...

Posted by Kris Mara on 04/19/15 at 03:41 PM

amazingly crafted piece -- the wordplay woven with meaning and spot on imagery is captivating...I just spent some time reading through several of your works here and I really like your style, your tone, your honesty and contemplation...you're not afraid to get personal, but it never feels gratuitous...anyway, if I could comment on your work as a whole, that would sort of sum it up...really enjoyed reading you today.

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