at a red light
young girls
say nineteen or twenty
don't tell me
you've ever seen
teeth so white
pixie genies
in a wheeled
magic carpet
on mom and dad's dime
i can hear
their music
feel it
vibrating my seat
one of them
combs out
long brown hair
with a yellow brush
another
seems to be
talking on two cell-phones
at once
the driver
inimitable phosphorescence
sun-drenched
in angled
light
i'd like to
tap into that energy
tap
into that ass
grind them down to a pulp
smear it all over myself
change my name
and start this life
from scratch.
watching rain drip off the bare branches of a cherry tree
and all is well
so far as
the beginning
and the end
are unknown
as for now
my seven year old son
stumbles into the fold
my ex wife says
he's like watching a piece of your heart
wandering around
outside you
i say
it's more like your consciousness
and sum total of fears
being thrown in your face
then
there is this painful wart
on the bottom
of my foot
the back of my teeth
are rotting
and i judge everyone
harshly
notwithstanding
even if they gave us
blueprints
at birth
finely drawn schematics
with an
aerial view
we'd still
fuck it
up.
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1 comment:
I like both these poems. They're real truth. I like the piece of heart image especially.
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