mv: i'm saving rainwater in my tear ducts and bottling thunder and lightning in my chest cavity to use on a sunny day.
the
tornadoes in my lungs are tangling the wires that make up my nervous
system. this is what happens when you put your trust in other people.
i
put the teeth i've lost underneath my pillow, and when i wake up they
are still there. i guess magic and fairy tales have an age restriction,
which i've already past.
whatever
teeth are left i've filled with ink. same with my tongue. later tonight
i am going to write love poems on the inside of your mouth, behind your
ears, and over the rest of your body, even though you are not here.
your ghost will have to do.
cj: My
hands are ink pens and your body is my stationery. the thunderous
roars and blinding flashes of light erupting from your core convey my
every thought with utter perfection. You are everything I feel and ever
wanted to say or write. I'm struck by a bolt of your beauty and we
become one. Together, a perfect storm.
mv: together,
we take the world hostage with a deadly virus, and make a list of
demands: 1. gold 2. a crate of birthday cake oreos 3. a soccer ball 4.
that people should stop acting like dicks 5. a fucking time machine. 6.
to leave us alone and let us be together.
as we step into the time machine, the world tells us how we will never
get away with this. what the world doesn't realize is we are going to go
to a time where the statue of limitations has passed. and what the
world didn't know was that there wasn't any virus in the first place
because we made the whole thing up. bonnie and clyde bitch! the best
part of all is our friends are finally dead. ah. you. me. and silence.
as it stands, we are the oldest people on earth
late
at night, i pull my pants down, go on facebook, and put my butt up
against the computer screen so people can finger my asshole by liking
what i post or poking me. isn't what those functions are for?
self-gratification. anal stimulation. pleasure.
i
wait for your phone call, because if i don't hear your voice, i'm too
scared to fall asleep. there are monsters under my bed. and one day i
will have to fight them.
when
i looked up at the sky tonight, i connected the stars with a
glow-in-dark marker and the picture it made looked exactly like you. so i
laid in the grass on my back as the dew is absorbed by my clothes
staring at it until the sun rises, and i fall asleep.
cj: Then
I looked down at you from the sky and smiled and arranged more
constellations for you to look at before you fell asleep. What you
didn't realize was that I was singing you a lullaby with the wind and
the hoo's of the owls and the chirps of the crickets. Once I heard the
labored breathing of your sleep, I entered your dreams with a time
machine and the rest is history.
mv: When
you entered my dreams, I was at the bottom of the ocean, lying in a
graveyard of shipwrecks, covered in a blanket of sand, and surrounded by
a crowd of people who all had the styles and personalities of game show
hosts. Suits, ties, sequined dresses,
and layer upon layer of make-up. They are hungry, and have weighed out
the risks, figuring out I'm an easy meal. You're at the surface
screaming for me to wake up. I do. You tell me to swim towards the
light. Towards you. I kick my legs as hard as possible until they feel
like overheated motors in need of water and an oil change. I keep
kicking escaping the crowd before their whitened teeth tear into my
flesh. I reach the surface and breathe as you pull me into the boat. I
collapse from decompression sickness and start to shake. You wrap a
towel around my blue body, rub my temples in circular motions with your
index fingers, then kiss me on the forehead, and say, "there, there,
you're with me now and everything is going to be okay." While biting
your lower lip with a worried look on your face as you paddle away
towards our new life which is in the direction of the sunset.
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