Saturday, October 17, 2009

All Tomorrow's Parties

Forever means as long as you can, none of us is.
Swallow pharmaceutical alphabet
Australian tongue,
news hits New York before Toronto.
Reputation flies faster than I do,
and I get around.
Trade LA for NY
Berlin for Oz.

Today envelope lips deliver a kiss
to the beautiful boy
who knows my mouth isn’t all his.
Nets working,
youth labors for us-
Gorgeous infants,
so motivated
it’s killing our parents,
we’re those beautiful babies
screen screaming in light streams,
left our native South for the frozen North.
Crazy lady.
Extra bags to get through customs,
I’m coming home without an address.

He met me homeless,
he met me alone.
On a Sunday in Ramadan we pulled Persian smoke through American lungs,
pineapple cancer and cinnamon dreams gleaming in silicone blue.
I’ve reached out,
I’m finger fucking faith in the back of a Manhattan taxi.
Speechlessly thankful for the spectacle we create,
strange lovely domestication.
Mop on a leash,
thin black shadows stiletto stalk golden afternoons.

Love that lifts limits,
Behind stage makeup,
we’re young angels laughing in a concrete jungle,
bloodstained palms etched in psalms,
holding hands,
hearts,
heads.
Swapping confidence in our spit,
everyone’s nice when you’re beautiful and naked
so set the outfits shrinking.
Giggles ricochet off the sidewalk
like padded bullets.
I’m selectively deaf
Till my iPod melts
We’ll build tomorrow
today.

1 comment:

Mockingbird Girl said...

thin black shadows stiletto stalk golden afternoons

god... your way with words sometimes...