I have never seen anything more beautiful.
don't deny it
you might find it
does no good,
your-
mind is a painting, your
heart is 15 years old
yearning for the
touch of anything, anyone
yearning for the beauty
of the train, ran off the tracks
and I like that.
piccolos voices and tenor
don't compare to your melody, darling
I hardly think
you don't know what you're doing,
caramel apple lips
fresh from the barrel
on Halloween, I've seen
no scarier thing
than that dazzling mask.
(you don't need it)
your words are as soft as
wisps of candy floss
float me to the fair
and there
we can forget we're not kids,
that little black dress
is forsaken, I know
you go
so quickly
flying to me, flying away from me
fly to him instead
your smile is as shallow as I am
I am
not forgiven, not yet
honey, I see through those
kaleidoscope eyes those
peppermint teeth you don't
fool me for a minute and I hate that
mitten in the winter,
raincoat in the spring
you know I hate that.
And you make me so sad.
those flower petal eyelids
flutter closed
god only knows
our union is unholy
green, the color slowly
leaks at the getaway
I've really got to
g e t a w a y
you're so changeable
on table, play your cards
queen of hearts no longer
queen of anything
you could say anything
it would only bring back tears
And you make me so mad.
I hate your beauty,
your fate
can't you change your ways
you make
every page colorful
and every sky grey
every head turn quick as a clock
when you walk into the room
you are each cloud above my head
your darkness, your storm
a madness felt through the bone
and all the while
fleeting like summer
flying Sunday's kite
and in winter's night
light as fallen snow:
you are everything at once
so do you understand
my cat eyes, my shallow paw prints
curiosity no; hesitation
those cherry lips
are painted in the lives
of those you've left behind
and you
leave everything behind
let everything fade
away
so let me
fade away
release me and my body
to the chariots of sea
coral crowns and underwater frowns
are the only waves crashing
smashing up
the good old days.
Oh how I knew those good old days.
and dear twisted dreamer,
please
don't take this poem so seriously
