again again by Katie Deanit is getting dark and i am going to throw up.
you with your spiritual crutches and your existential crises, hatching a plot with your twin soul who looks like me but older. she is a snake. she is a snake but you see yourself looking back.
i feel sick to my stomach. i have for days.
your bedspread smells like piss. I am now writing a book.
It is called
How to have a conversation with a delusional astral projector. In it I will explain the tender wordplay necessary to hook someone such as yourself. Hook line and sinker. This is the beginning.
How to have a conversation with a delusional astral projector.
mention string theory at least three times
talk about your soul, using images such as, but not only
"a caged dove", " a cave waiting for sunlight", "a peanut mnm"
Ask how the search for telepathic tendencies is going.
Say, "what's your sign", and then regardless of the answer say "wow. wow. that means something, that sign of yours. good stuff. you and i, we're a good pair. i don't know if you believe in astrology or not, but you should".
the snow is falling and i'm sick. you have become more than the pit of my stomach. 03/01/2009 Posted on 03/01/2009 Copyright © 2024 Katie Dean
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/09 at 11:31 PM Bleak, terrible stuff, but beautifully written. Quite brilliant. The imagery is staggering at times. |
Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/01/09 at 11:31 PM ..... exceptional..... |
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/02/09 at 12:24 AM glad to see you back with something so raw. |
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