dysury
05-30-2005, 09:29 AM
at 12:41, the sprinklers start like jet engines,
and go, hiss and burn, kiss then turn,
away and he's got a mouthful of words he never said
they all fall out like preacher's epithets,
he wants to believe that he's sorry
but he's not, downcast eyes, shaking and cries,
that there's a car crash across the street,
she says that they went right into the tree,
and they're dead,
the broken glass glitters
and winks and blinks with every third step,
the doctors would only dig in their heels
and say, "and we're done. didn't hurt a bit."
phallicy removed and they go, leave you to,
washed and then flat, numb with pins,
waiting for your life to get within view,
but it never does, it lifts and stings,
sometimes and always,
and today they're making room for doctors,
and tomorrow it's surgeons,
and then we've got restoration,
blessings, goodbyes and remember when's
sometimes it's always
crash and still, wash and fill, diffuse out
at 12:51, the sprinklers die just like yesterday
what have i done, except get swept along,
diffuse all these moments of remainders
reminders that i never did, or never will
revisions across the board:
last things fucking last,
leave it
and go, hiss and burn, kiss then turn,
away and he's got a mouthful of words he never said
they all fall out like preacher's epithets,
he wants to believe that he's sorry
but he's not, downcast eyes, shaking and cries,
that there's a car crash across the street,
she says that they went right into the tree,
and they're dead,
the broken glass glitters
and winks and blinks with every third step,
the doctors would only dig in their heels
and say, "and we're done. didn't hurt a bit."
phallicy removed and they go, leave you to,
washed and then flat, numb with pins,
waiting for your life to get within view,
but it never does, it lifts and stings,
sometimes and always,
and today they're making room for doctors,
and tomorrow it's surgeons,
and then we've got restoration,
blessings, goodbyes and remember when's
sometimes it's always
crash and still, wash and fill, diffuse out
at 12:51, the sprinklers die just like yesterday
what have i done, except get swept along,
diffuse all these moments of remainders
reminders that i never did, or never will
revisions across the board:
last things fucking last,
leave it