Saturday, February 6, 2010

...4

(see "..." for an explanation)

I want to shave my head so I can lose my mind...

You're going to be a beautiful, lonely old man.

With a heart like a pomegranate.

His prehistoric breath is hot in my ear.

I don't care how big it is, baby, but it better make me sing.

I have eyes. You have eyes. What more is there?

She's friendly like a restaurant, like a Walmart.
Smiling because she needs you, because she's obligated.

Your bones will sink.
And my bones will sink.
And we will gnaw at the core of the earth together.

With a heart on my sleeve and a suitcase in my hand, I go everywhere with an open breath.