washed out dreams
fingering the chambers of a contorted heart
Journal created:
on 2 May 2001 (#119571)
Updated:
on 14 October 2003
Location:
Montclair, New Jersey, United States
"you've given me a heart like a gun/and I'm so shocked that I made it through these billion days." - glassjaw
i sit on the pointed horns of a red bull, snorting fire like cocaine in red flaking shine.
................................................
.:
it is
really
sad 'cause
i don't
want to have
and i
don't
like
the
still
ness
.
ricochet! the heart,
i slammed it, too --
could you feel
it from this distance,
my fingers paused
over
your chest, the cage
of bones (i think
i am held prisoner
along with the
watery drumbeat, too--)
gentle still and the
heart is bleeding
on the floor and i
want it want it want it
i want to run my tongue
on the inside of your heart
and imagine the whole of
it inside my own body
rushing and sinking and stirring
and i think that that would
make me explode
and become like the stars,
the sky.
i like it when things are perfect, when things are right. i'm never what you expect and even more i'm never what you want. i am safe, i am dangerous. i am cool, i am dynamic, i am dreaming, i am wicked. /can'tstandtohaveyouthisfaraway. the night is solidified in our grasp-- the moon, clutch-- and envelope the stars.
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