Naked Poetry

autograph me

until I become part

of your history

tattoo the part

in your lips

so I can claim

that I knew you

audibly

you were soft

but you could

be provoked.

I’d hide dandelions

under your pillow

stacked them high

with tight rope

you’d call me silly.

I’ll always be silly.

how I loved you

was impossible,

tinted blue,

and ran around like

a calm boy who’d just

been told that he would

be fine print one day.

how I loved you

was invincible,

dead red,

like a fresh cut from

breaking through our

bedroom window to get

our notebook before the

fire left us nothing but boring

old flames.

how I love you

is not

perceivable

I couldn’t even tell you

how I love you

in so many days

I couldn’t even tell you

how I love you

in so many years

I couldn’t even tell you

how I love you

in so many tears.

The kiss

And the angel said to me, “Look, you are already, ready, so stop your correcting.

You were there every time the seconds shifted,

You were there when the clouds broke

And you were there when you were full of fire.”

Yes

I was full of fire

I was full

I was full

You were right.

 

So come on attack me

You unfading flower

Understand that this room holds me

In the center of its hands

With a rachmoninov heart

And one violin

Accompany me

You unfading flower

Because

I understand

That you were born with

The blues scale

Underneath your

Fingertips

 

I guess that’s how come I never ever hear you cry.

Round table.

I’m on the left side

drinking my coffee

I look up

and I see this mystery

of a girl

and I can’t help but wonder

if SHE knows

that she looks like fate.

Preclude me.

The soul should be conditioned

for this kind of

Love…

…has no author.

only a showman

for the shrine.

So which is it are you the audience or the performer? Are you the light or the or the glow? The head or the stand? The home or the land?

Okay but it’s heartbreaking here, overall. There’s missing you. And then there’s missing you. Okay but it’s also mesmerizing--when I don’t hear from you. A mirage of sawdust rises from my fingertips trapped in the ridges of my fingerprints like stories rivers, just whatever is left of the memory I have of the stunning temperature you pressed into my lips. What can compete with that? The law of averages cannot apply here. You can’t average this out, we’re 50 points ahead, at least! At least… you haven’t forgotten me. That’s what your handwriting told me. Red penned ink forced into my collar bones. Oh wow how you loved them. Oh my how it felt. Tell me about my bones once more. Tell me how much you love them. Tell me about my bones once more. Tell me again how we met... you said to tell you what I was thinking I was thinking why isn’t she kissing me.

3.The world is a beauty after a rockstar and some electrolytes.

I think I'll walk 8 miles now. I think I'll make someone happy today.

Maybe star in my own parade.

Because some of the saddest sounds I've ever heard have come out of a piece of wood

Carved just to mimic

The human voice

Strings placed in unity

Held up by a bridge

Are you HEARING this

Are you having a good day

How about now

Now that my bow is  no longer

Hitting the strings

That my wrist isn't cradling your neck,

Dear violin,

I have missed your dance.

I have missed your candor

Your call

I realize we haven't been the best of friends

Lately

But tonight

I am going to pick you up.

I'm going to tune you back to life.

I'm going to weep onto your body.

I'm going to listen to you sing.

I'm going to record your soul

And show it to the world.

I will show them the bruise you left

On my left collar bone

How red it turns when I love you

For too long.

I will show them the salt I left on your body

I am sorry for the awful scars

I hope that they don't sting

I will show them that every time I picked you up I was able to say things that move

Far faster than words

4. She can’t pick up goldfish with her bare hands but she can pick up thrill with her smile she is ecstasy. She keeps my heart wild. I see sure takes of film when I watch her she mends my applause when it weakens she sews me true callings surrounding my ceiling developing distance learning laughter and forgetting we’re going to die. We’re a pulse-betting game, you and I. Jackpot steals the winner. The winner wins heaven when heavens out of town. Of course the winner wins. Of course she can’t pick up the goldfish she can see their pulsing hearts such red greatness such good life in that water heart through gills of guilt mottos of triangular sins of course the winner wins of course the winner wins of course the winner wins.