EverydayAngelKarie
Joined: 07 Mar 2007
Posts: 761
Location: Lakewood, CA
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Bathroom Snorters
I loved you like lackadaisical cigarette ash
flicked on my favorite David Bowie T-shirt,
spurious holes in the knees of my jeans, bike-braking
craters in the sole of my thrift store shoes,
onion and garlic-stuffed olives on the stream of my exhalation,
the most beautiful phrase: “cellar door” jammed in my void,
Kittie’s “Run Like Hell” skipping like heart attack, batteries
nearly dead, and the osmosis of germs on uncovered toilet seats.
When you were fresh air I loved you.
Snuggling porcupine in my nostrils, fairy-dusted booger
picker puking rainbows into my socks after claiming
you were the Terminator, cadaverous and invading pimples
declaring World War III on the green pastures of my numbskull
forehead, kite flying on a windless mountain peak, oil spill
in the back of my infected throat, dilation of my pupils
drowned in gasoline, explosive’s wick ready for smokescreen.
Even after the smog cloud expanded. I loved you.
Eating you up like princesses do frogs. Though frogs
become lily-hopping lies, and princesses become afflicted.
Stricken with the gusto of tornado true love, children, legal marriage…
I loved you like street corner marijuana and Starbuck’s entire franchise,
illegal activity and opportunity wooing away our youth, Red Light District
inspired leather skirts and bullet-studded belts rolled into dough, best
served cold, pale, and Freudian stripped.
I loved you when we were bathroom snorters,
cleaning pocket mirrors of our allowance’s dust.
When our instinct was to use the holes in our faces
as vacuums for various poisons. When our Latex fingers
and Lysol tongues licked the remainder’s from the mixing
bowl of experimentation. When the camouflage of chic-graffiti
on the walls of our high school’s only stall big enough for two
meant that we were veiled, and that kissing was okay there.
Now we’re T-rex’s risen from fossils, and I love you.
We’re rampaging through ads and skyscrapers because corporations
are zombies convoluting yawns to seem like humanity’s still alive.
Now we’re 72 hour hangover bodies aching with fever, avoiding
parole and probation. We’re queer anti-feminist lovers pre-meditating
the destruction of all conservative psyches. We’re the keen
eye makeup of raccoons ready to tear ancient doctrine to shreds.
We are anaphora in agony.
(i may have submitted this before but this is a new version and i'd like to know what ya'll think. thanks)
EDA Karie
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