"there's a trick to it, you know," julian teased, tilting his head and puffing out three smoke rings in rapid succession. i pouted and inhaled again, but my rings were horribly disfigured. i'd dealt with corpses run over by trains that looked lovelier than these.
"show~me!" i pleaded, wiggling in julian's lap. the afternoon sun poured down through the clouds and dyed the environment persimmon. it was uncharacteristically warm, and while neither of us enjoyed the heat, it was a welcome change to be able to sit on the roof without getting soaked to the bone.
"no~o," he sang. i very nearly punched him, but the last time i did it left an unsi
your skin is a checkerboard that i'd like to play chess on
but there are too many missing pieces
and too many black squares bleeding onto white
("what happens when a pawn moves further than two spaces?"
"he gets punished.")
he has sixteen scars that want to be roses or thorns
i've kissed every one of them with my fingertips and now
i can't get the taste of concrete and cinnamon out of my lungs.
i asked him if i could have his heart, please
he smiled at me all glasgow and unconvincing and said nothing
and i didn't understand what the nothing meant
(how can there be nothing if you mean everything to me?)
he feels more comfortable with the skeletons so i try my
hardest to look like one, and i think he likes my bones
because he's always opening me up to take a look inside.
the sky is blurred with stars and clouds
but his intention rings out clear
the roar of helicopter blades
drowns out his words, devoid of fear
his weapon's grasped in fingers strong
the weight is nothing in his hands
it's heavy; familiar and long
he says a prayer from where he stands
a portent sound, the cocking guns
te stands alone, the end is nigh
he knows he'll die here, there's no doubt
the price of freedom is too high
the ricochet of gun on sword
is music to the soldier's ear
adrenaline is pulsing through;
the bullets wane as death is near
the stench of blood is harrowing
his heart is pounding with the strain
all throu
the sky is blurred with stars and clouds
but his intention rings out clear
the roar of helicopter blades
drowns out his words, devoid of fear
his weapon's grasped in fingers strong
the weight is nothing in his hands
it's heavy; familiar and long
he says a prayer from where he stands
a portent sound, the cocking guns
te stands alone, the end is nigh
he knows he'll die here, there's no doubt
the price of freedom is too high
the ricochet of gun on sword
is music to the soldier's ear
adrenaline is pulsing through;
the bullets wane as death is near
the stench of blood is harrowing
his heart is pounding with the strain
all throu
we sat on the carpet playing trivial pursuit
cheating when the other went to the bathroom
and then pausing for a dramatic effect
so it didn't seem like we knew all the answers.
the christmas tree by the fireplace was
garnished with tinsel and candycanes
i won the nobel prize today
for finding three pairs
of mismatched socks, and
the drawers i found them in
were filled with suicide notes
and little candy hearts made of
sherbert and lead paint.
some days
i entertain the idea of drowning myself in the pool
but it's always cloudy when i'm feeling suicidal
and i don't want to end up like that frog :
looking like a total and utter moron.
it's been twelve months
and you're still lightyears away
seconds and minutes are eternities
but that's more than i can say
for the hours tangled up in cages
and forced into sleepless suicide
it's been twelve days
and you're still never coming home
i watched sixteen stars exploding
caught the tears
that fell from god's eyes
and kept them in seventeen glass jars
it's been twelve minutes
and there's still so much of sober
liquer and lemonade taste the same
when everything is whole
and nothing is broken
it's been twelve seconds
and the moon has stopped smiling
i know you are an astronaut
but i'm so scared of space
because t
"there's a trick to it, you know," julian teased, tilting his head and puffing out three smoke rings in rapid succession. i pouted and inhaled again, but my rings were horribly disfigured. i'd dealt with corpses run over by trains that looked lovelier than these.
"show~me!" i pleaded, wiggling in julian's lap. the afternoon sun poured down through the clouds and dyed the environment persimmon. it was uncharacteristically warm, and while neither of us enjoyed the heat, it was a welcome change to be able to sit on the roof without getting soaked to the bone.
"no~o," he sang. i very nearly punched him, but the last time i did it left an unsi