Blog Archive

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

There Were Poems (Between Us) There Were Poems

I live somewhere in your imagination
Laughing at the sobriety of gods
your fingers decorate my neck
& my pants are around my ankles
& this is how I breed
In stasis
We are an object of heaven
A code. A definition
Of poetry & a language
Of commands, arising
Out of ashes & bourbon & smog
Try to enjoy this &
everyone will die but you
& you will echo, oh
You will
& your silence will deafen

No comments:

Post a Comment

Popular Posts