Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Friday, October 24, 2008

and basically xxx you are the bonelady.

friday nights make me wish for jellybones
her liquid marrow though currently squeezed into a poison cup
and true to legend, poison is hard to swallow.
when we'd call each other up,
ignoring invitations to some friends houses
and spill it. the twitches,
the hum-ache, heart-sniffles,
the bad-burn shakes and inbetween.
we were each other's nuclear dumping ground.
This was the story how we'd fill-in the in-between spaces for each other before life got there first. our souls were bent-elbows
knocking knottily against one another.
our souls were hobos fighting on a boxcar.
our souls were soon-to-be queers sucking each other off in a closet.

she'd try and warn me
basically sean, i'm not a good person.
and i'd sit there and let her suck the poetry out of me because fuckit
if she was brave enough to stick her hand into a dark closet
or step up into the boxcar
and risk bruises from them hobos
i didn't care if she used me.
still don't.
but basically jellybones, you are still the bone woman.
and basically, i am still writing the poetry books you'll buy collected works of for excorbent prices at chain bookstores long after they've carted me off staring into mcmurphy's blissful ceiling.
and basically,
i still clutch handfulls of nothing
because it feels good,
my head still hurts
splitting into a lot of different pieces you no longer care to pick up
but that's ok these fragments still have alternate waste lands to haunt
and other hands to massage them into silence blissfully slow.
and basically,
my puke still tastes like fucking butterflies.
and basically,
i am the one sitting beneath a back-porch
in the basement so boho. it hurts
smoking unfiltereds beneath that cellar door

basically you are atmosphere's lucyford
and i don't care.
still don't.

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