channel orange
blurring the lines from sanity and the city
the city that made me
feelin’ nostalgic swimmin’ in our family pool
swim, swim good
high on novocaine
fallin’ from my mouth
hair changin’ colors
raisins on my hands
Tag: Poetry
reruns on the plane;
i fell for you
actually
still falling no bottom in sight
i am falling for you
a marathon that gets better and better
a show that is renewed every year
it gets better and better no filler
i record every episode
i like to watch them on my free time
or when i’m not free
and you’ll take me captive
i’ll wake up in my own bed
and i’ll put on reruns
waiting on the floor; deleting the quit
i wouldn’t let this go
i wouldn’t let this die
i’m not your average guy
i’m not going to dig an empty grave and wait
i’ll show you everyday
i’ll show you that i’m that fucking guy
every day
every moment
waiting for our next dance
waiting for our favorite song
the collector
took a risk
once
the bill comes once a month;
and if i refuse
someone close will
finish my debt
my favorite ode
i ask for this dance;
your hand in mine
the curve of my palm at curve of your waist
we won’t waste the song
either my own or one that is slow-
slow enough so our steps sync with our beat
it is
unique
our beat
drums come
the night
stay; in
our arms
we will
dance till
our hearts
recall
every
note played;
the song
our song we will humb on the way home
humb in our bed
humb in our dreams
where did you come from
the golden x on the map
was your address
across unnamed land
a festival featuring a panda as a king
around the parade featuring that same panda
i’ll bring you flowers and a stuffed bear
yes, the panda from the festival
and will come back for cotton candy
fun house
bringing the table to dinner
the house was easy to find like they said,
upside down with a boston terrier outside-
the laughing medallion given at the door
a smile for us and a laugh for all, she said
the party had purple gas crawling the floor
we are all clowns
laughing at the moon like a pack-
musical chairs with masks
spin the bottle with acid
eyes flipped inside out
dancing to bulletproof
after it all
i watched the way you moved
studying for the exam
no extensions or sick days
show up and shut up
i can’t fail:
in the morning mirrors will be broken
glasses will be shattered
my reflection will carry my sorrow
in baskets with ribbons
and the bell is my nightmare
never where you expected
hiding in plain sight
and you never saw me
ring the doorbell twice
i was always here
never there
just under your nose
right under
piccolo pete released in a church
patience was a gift;
gift from a screaming child
with a torch burning down the rafters-
as the smoke fills this locked shrine
my sense of justice leaves my eyes
the stained glass melts through my palms
the child hands me the torch
vanishes
into the black of the night
like a piccolo pete
Saint's Muse 