They'll hover round the tomb by foxthepoet, literature
Literature
They'll hover round the tomb
They'll hover round the tomb
long after I am a memory
trading stories of who knew me best
swap stories of this bar
that lover in the moonlight
while the best me smiles in the coffin in the corner
I plan an Irish wake
they'll trade the tales that made me to them
wondering who was closest
who knew the secrets that I told no one else
never guessing that the best parts
will be buried tomorrow
laughter will drown out the honesty
and they'll walk away
bellies full of my favorite dishes
eyes swelling with the booze I always ordered
stumbling home to write in lonely journals
that they learned more about me that night
than they did w
I wore ribbons in my hair
for you today. But I needed to say something more like snow storms
and something louder than the six AM alarm clocks
that pull you back when you've only had a few hours sleep,
but you peel hair from those frown lines
like a sticky toffee cake from its tin. My eyes are just not blue enough
and my dirty pores are tiny peep holes, I drop out
when you look in.
I wore dark jeans and a white vest top today,
but I really wanted to slip under double sheets in pink pajamas
and pull heavy-like-love covers over me
while thousands of people celebrated the birth of somebody
they don't believe in or the start of
SPINAL LANGUAGE
(For Christmas)
give me a tattoo
deeper than skin
on the bones of my spine
onto the surface of every vertebrae
in every human tongue
tattoo their word for "poetry"
so that no language feels foreign anymore;
so that each human voice
can speak a word in me
let Arabic and Hebrew
sit side by side without throwing stones
let Cantonese and Hindi characters
link hands to hold Swahili and Hutu in a hammock
let Basque and Zulu finally touch lips Vietnamese
while Navajo rests it's head on the shoulder of Malay
we speak six thousand tongues
but i'll endure the pain and the time
so no human voice can speak to me
witho
Don't sell me funeral plots
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
no
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in
hmm
another free friday, another deviation
a rare thing indeed
Not as much effort on the latest manip, but what the hell, im not too thrilled with being home while all my friends fry brain cells...bastards...
"i've been down so goddamn long that it looks like up to me"
- jim morrison (the doors)
tickin away, the moments that make up a dull day
..16..
So much time wasted on irrelivant shit.
Long live formal education, and it's deteriorating effect on youth.
Eskimos are people too.
well, had 2 friends over yesterday..who watched mulan as i threw up all night. Fantastic..couldnt get to sleep until about 3 am, i'm tired and drained. physically, emotionally..whatever.
Finished one of the pieced i mentioned before, now thinkin about changin my i.d. because it's a goddamn sunset...eww..
and still workin on the terragen space scene deal
stomach flus are the devil