ojou

you weren't smiling yet
when the stars fell from the heavens,
but the mere chance that you would,
rivaled the grandeur of cosmic death,
and you must know this:
it was most painful.

see, it was not hard to fall for you
for what you could be and not what you were.
for instance, i could fall again
for merely the dream of my hand swimming
in the gold of your hair.
for the thought of my knees buckling
under the hold of your stare.

say, what were you thinking
when the stars fell off the heavens,
their rocky skin smoldering
against the unseen walls of the earth,
did you fear you were like them?

did you think your smile would be
the most beautiful meteor shower:
most beautiful but effervescent,
most breathtaking but evanescent,
worth falling for, but fleeting,
everything but eternal?

see, if you did,
then you must know this:
you were wrong, dead wrong.


2009.jan.14

constrictors

the boredom sinks into my veins like vines
out of the jungles of the Amazon:
relentless and consuming.

the ideas warp themselves into my head
like new cars left alone on a highway,
ungoverned and caught
in an eternal acceleration.

the rules will have to be devised
around the body of this world
in my head,
and that is the only way to save it.

yet, it cannot be done
without breaking the laws of man's limits.

for this, i am, sorry, love,
i cannot build a world for you
in less than a day.

damn this shell we live in.
this shell we drive to work and
to minute points of happiness.

the ideas warp out of my head as hunger coils
around me like constrictors
out of the mortal world:
selfish and limiting and consuming.


2008.sep.24