Weekends: New stuff
This isn't meant to be a one-way deal. None of these are finished, even if they're old. Criticism welcome.
2009 must have been a shitty year-- I wrote maybe a dozen things, none of them really polished. There were a few that were closer to being finished than others. One was posted earlier. Here is one more:
new fingers
paraffin world melting
warm discolored blue hands
grasp to heat, to shape—
wax doll faces,
enclosed in car worlds,
once grim, now spring glow.
drive fast
so they don’t see you singing
or watching, catch looks
secret until your sketchbook
is full of new sun teeth.
they never look so real
in dreams.
disprove of the movie version,
only so cliché a life
can be so easy to score.
and the melting world
survives the winter
smothering blanket,
wool lifted from the heart,
beating again strong red,
and sketchbook full
only evidence, prove
truth in advertising.
the only possibility—
left frozen in faded snow
perhaps the last drop
of hopeless thoughts,
dead flower skeletons
renewed now and plucked
by new fingers,
you—
waning rattle.
they will gladly place
your cast-off petals
in their thawing hair.
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