clear, opaque, grinning.
the sky loses pixellation,
the sun sheds its seasonal fur.
she is so heart stoppingly handsome i feel tears
wriggling from my ankles
all the way up my shins,
meeting with their wet tear friends
to form one gigantic waterfall
that will punch the back of my eyelids until the waters have spilled over,
a victory explosion.
it's not, "how did i score someone like her?"
but-but-
how did my decisions (poor and healthy)
lead me to demanding her arms,
knowing they're shared property?
did the fork stabbing me left or right know
she'd be waiting?
i will plant my lips upon hers
in any country, any town, any street
the amount of fucks we give will be equal
to the number of bricks beneath our feet
(times zero)
my most unattainable dream.
nevertheless, it's this image i will push to the forefront
of my purple head, my woozy brain, my tired mind,
and shove the silence of ignored messages,
(love the sinner, hate the sin)
the pain, the boycotts
to the wayback
where they belong
pixellated, but not in the sky,
maybe in the alleyway
with the trash can
where oscar can take care of them.
