a crowded house gathers in this narrow amphitheatre
where big eyes watch through little windows
as clouds do their world renowned slowdance,
unearthed, hovering, weightless in secular heaven
this fiberglasshawk holds me like sinners hold secrets
uncomfortable
i nap like an angel held hostage by two unconscious pilots
aching for legroom, a wider wingspan, and more silence

kissing strangers with glances across armrests and tinypillows
close enough to see the way that people occupy these square inches
of cabinpressure air recycled
in a vacuum of ambient noise
reminiscent of a drunken one night stand
invading personal spaces/
asking for permission with accidental grazes/
stumbling through damp darkness/
evacuating comfort zones/
losing equilibrium with sleepless sleeping drones/
using limited contact of the eyes/
breathing stale air still stunned by awkward silence/

touch down to the tarmac in the bowels of this chromeraven
a cold damp arrival met with muscle cramps and headaches
stiffneck turbulence.
baggage claim breakdance.
publictransport romance.
an instant tourist in this blindfold city
you are a pretty landscape that gritty boys /like me/ get lost inside

climb aboard your subway with perplexing maps,
transfer trains in your underbelly minding gaps,
with the remnants of your warmth fresh on my brain
you're divided into scents that move beneath plains
lingering in tunnels like emotions with engines
while we hang above each other like skies
that get cloudy and cast shadows down to our bodyparts - through heavy sighs
while we're inclined upward, wielding
rain-like tongues that yield water droplets like pinballs
into curvatures along our playfields

so sweet
we use love like venom, taint it with a hint of vengeance
then force ourselves to find beauty in our dissonance,
i climb inside you as if you were just another passenger jet
until you crashland on a mountainside to avoid getting wet
because you know how much i love the ocean
and you can’t stand that i’ve grown immune to your lovepotion
so we lay broken in this sea of wreckage
your eyes cold on me like serpents with empty bellies
as you sniff for the remains of the person that i used to be
it's been a while since i’ve bitten your name with these teeth
and it feels good to digest every breath that you wasted on me
kissing boys like decepticons
breaking silence by parting lips with deceptive tongues,

i'm not going to beg for your pardon
my brain is misguided
my heart is forbidden
so please forgive me for all the things that i may choose to keep hidden

while we lay here in the aftermath of our distorted love affair
with visions of our happiness lingering in the lucid air,
there is no rest for the wicked and we'll find enough peace when we're dead
so while you are wrestling with your mortal demons
i'm battling with self-destructive thoughts that traverse inside my head,

so if you're questioning my loyalty and you want to know if i care
look deep into my eyes and try to grasp the thoughts that permeate my blank stare
you can't do it, you never could
for as long as you have tried to love me, i always knew you never could
because your chest is a casket and your heart is a corpse
and every time i follow the funeral procession back to you it only ever leads me even further off course

we've been through enough of this discourse that some might call intercourse
and we've lived enough of our lives packing in and out of airports
lost enough time trying to catch sleep inside metallicangels without halos,
so now this is my departure
this is the perfect time to start over
to start fresh with new heads on our shoulders
and i'm not going to let you have the last word
because i know you'll just ignore legalities and plagiarize a plea of mine
so before the spit from my last kiss can dry
i'm at the end of a terminal taking off for the last time...

12/09/2007

Posted on 12/10/2007
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