literature

finding your life jacket

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I have a heart like numb limbs,
bad circulation tingles hands
and essays are like a bus journey in rush hour.
I often take naps before the sun
and take walks with the moon.

This is not planned,
this loosening of eyelids, this creaking
of floorboards, this plucking of organs

one by one, so I can get to the centre
where insects play and warmth hides
in the damp.

I did not say this would be easy, this re-hydrating
of lips so I can let kisses go back
where they belong, I do not want to be brittle
with aeroplane hair and match stick smiles that splinter.
I'm trying to find somewhere to go you see,
where cigarettes and supermarkets are not important,

it is not always that simple to find yourself again
under old CDs and that look in your parents eyes
when you return home with slumpping bags
full of eyeballs and clothes three sizes too large.

The world does not care if I am holding a magnifying glass
up to my flesh or holding broken plates tight
or saying ’I am great, thanks’ when I really mean
‘have you seen that person who is going to save me?’
and then laying on the cold ground where they can find me,
really, nobody is coming.

I am not interesting, inside the cling film skin
there is not much, just a clanking radiator
and an old camera which is not used for art
anymore, just me, trying to put blood
back inside capillaries, gram by gram of fat
back in between my bones.
=)
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geek-stink-breath's avatar
simply beautiful, i excuse myself for being so late.
i had a lot to go through about seven hundred.
now only eighteen i'm glad i did.
you have such great talent and i love the mixture.