Undeveloped Film.
what have you seen w/ those sweetness eyes?
at the bus stops, in the malls, breathing the cold dead air of february, the crackered
soup of weirdo.
childhood beds, the smell of christmas, possible selves, assumptions.
avatars, siblings, unrealized realities— private places where you dry up and float
away. what have you seen?
innocence, not ignorance. eyes up— under a falling sky.
i’ve been up all night w/ memories; skin to skin, palm to palm, the googeley eyes of
closeness and myopic not seeing. pieces that fit alright— for the price we pay they
should. it's ideas we love, not people.
sex is an idea. pride, a bad one.
do you believe that kindness is possible?
remembering you, or the idea of you. and your sweetness. and me--when i wanted only to be
handsome, dumb and happy.
14 teeth when you smile. a slight halitosis; your scent? sexy in my mouth.
i burnt my tongue on your teeth more than once. how many sad coffees followed? now
visions, apparitions. indulgences, at a cost— more than my eyes could afford.
it's long that i've been wanting. something innate, divine. all the world's sufferings
ordained?
as all is possible all is necessary.
the ones who people our lives are doomed to become abstractions, slaves of recall and
nostalgia.
impossible ideas—the more defined the more confining.
freedom, change; should you challenge your definition-we resent none more than those who
shatter our illusions.
in your absence i will keep you; safe, sweet, abstract.
in my skull you are forever
flowers beyond perception, inevitable hair.
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