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To Alex on Our Way"Follow me down the crooked lines" She yells down the years from the roof of a rusted car where she stays rusted in time watching the crab grass grow its angry claws from between the shifting tectonic plates of pavement. She who stretches across the mountains, her eyes their misted peaks. She is memory that yells echos in the back of my skull screaming far away from the tops of these trees that scratch through the low roof of heaven, the trees that heaven never sees reaching up. Soon we'll never see them again. They'll stay rusted here while we're on our way far away.To Alex on Our Way
More time couldn't make us more human, More time i
by ~RedRedValentine
Sign and SignifiedYour eyes are the colour of broken blue china Shattered across your glass lensesSign and Signified
The stains on the the other side show through In the soft brown rays stretching out from the
Blackness of your pupils.
From the dead centre of things in the dead city Where we living beings birthed a stillborn heart.
You would put your lips to mine And draw out my breath, and afterward, As you laughed at the playful innocence of it I felt vacant and robbed And the only way I could be filled again Was to take your breath in the same way,
To rob from your blood the oxyge
by ~RedRedValentine
A System of Parts and WholesI think you made a boy break his knees falling hard enough. And I think once loving spirits would agree I am not one of those bodies that pass over lightly . And I think against you I scraped like whiskeyA System of Parts and Wholes
Bringing consciousness with a saw's tooth,
Bringing with me, to carve into your undefined being, My own propensity for malady.
With joy in its tiny pieces, into you I would have carved roses. and out of you I would have made a garden.
And I think we became smooth reflective surfaces (slender little knives) From the friction of our rasping idle hands. And
by ~RedRedValentine
Tonight is off the RecordWhen we kiss, our tongues tie each other into knots And our lips fight for control shifting, slipping into conciseness We diverge and intersect in silent spaces between our eyesTonight is off the Record
Staring at each other, willing transparency without words And getting nothing but the backward politics of dancing above your fingertips, Because we are both total cowards in completely different ways.
When my arm reaches out Your arm slips around my waist like a rattle snake charmed into paralysis, I had my fingers fastened between my lips until you twisted my arm. Clawing and biting, we leave signs of a s
by ~RedRedValentine
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