See me on this worst recorded winter storm because
I will not embrace you this time
catalog your fevers, shed corners this cabin offers
collect your fur this time of year.
I will buy you a seat
maybe a beer for the Great Awakening playing at Cinema 8
catalog your fevers, shed corners this cabin offers
collect your fur this time of year.
I will buy you a seat
maybe a beer for the Great Awakening playing at Cinema 8
or, an eight dollar polar bear if we get comfortable.
And if we get comfortable, Are you comfortable?
And before the lights deem,
I will tell you a story:
And if we get comfortable, Are you comfortable?
And before the lights deem,
I will tell you a story:
Ari stood directly in the 4 o'clock wintering sun,
how far his love gone this time, Bari? Cagliari? Catania?
It didn’t matter.
He tossed her forwarding address out onto terrace floor that same morning
sat with coffee mindlessly tracing the burnt roof,
his mouth.
sat with coffee mindlessly tracing the burnt roof,
his mouth.
Your mouth traced the burnt roof of my mouth
was all she wrote
all she wrote
floated.
The story is 800 pages long so far and I’m still writing the introduction.
I want to sell you his woman for near pennies
I just met Who saved me glitter put her fingers in my eyes
Who stroked my hair, gave me lipstick to eat
Oh pretty one, how red the soup was
opal in your face, smile for me once, rub your lips, say
hum? Mmmm...
We are this close We are inches from the floor We are two people
miles apart in a velvet room more or less
If I tell you softly, Rise and shine pumpkin pine, Will you rise?
miles apart in a velvet room more or less
If I tell you softly, Rise and shine pumpkin pine, Will you rise?
Twist your torso?
Dangle your feet?
Blink us back into your bedroom
Blink us back into your bedroom
Where the scene is set: I stand scrapping frost off the window.
You lay in bed, prop your head up with your palm.
Need more sleep?
Outside the dogs are dying in the morning twilight,
ashes lay about the brittle wet wintering leaves
defeated across the cobblestone street.
I will store you bright my bright my brightest
I will sit with your nest of umbrellas
I will pluck another period for you,
The lawn chair next to mine freezes over by next week's snow storm.
Icicles dangle off the arms of your seat - I watch them how sharp
I pencil draw your cliffs
I study your terrain
I wait.
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