When I saw you I knew that in some timeline Aphrodite froze with jealousy
Marilyn Monroe felt haunted and empty, and in Spring all turned green with envy
With you, I just want to sit and romanticize intricate little machines
What’s been taken for granted and left behind with the trends of yesteryear
We’ll take the things we’ve been holding on to and exchange them for each other
Laying together in a universe that we’ve discovered resembles a Jackson Pollock painting
I’ll look up to the splattered stars, focusing in on the point
Where Aphrodite froze, and let our spirits conjoin.
Lately, I’ve been wearing nostalgia like a blanket on a hot night
Uncomfortable, but I know it won’t feel right if I just push it away entirely
I’ve been watching the cartoon characters I loved and related to
I’ve been watching them fade into the one dimensional marketing scheme they were made for
I’ve been watching myself grow past them in age.
I’ve been watching myself already aging less gracefully
The comic strip stash under the bed in a plastic tote doesn’t bring laughs
I’ve seen myself age through the innocent creativity of Calvin and Hobbes
I’ve seen myself age through the awkward nerdy stage of Foxtrot
I’ve seen myself age through the short sighted cynicism of Zits
While the characters stay static on a screen (or stationary on a page)
I’ll remain, suffocating under this blanket
sprawled out, tortured, waiting for the sun to come.
I sit near the window by the Oak Street junkies.
The type who burn bridges in their crack pipes.
The type who illuminate their lives with the sparks of their lighters
The type who stand their ground against going anywhere.
I’ve seen rock bottom.
I’ve seen rock bottom and rock bottom is the bottom of a bag of rock
the bag of rock which you used up your week’s pay buying
the bag of rock which you used up your life cherishing.
They can sit here, I’ll listen to them.
Talking about “Molly” as if anyone will give a fuck about her in 20 years.
They can sit here and measure their own worth in green grams.
I can sit here and know there is more to life than brain-dead memories.
But still understand that there is more to a man than his decisions.
I will post 4 poems tomorrow to make up for the days missed. I’ve been having a bad situation and I need to figure everything out. Tonight will hopefully change that.
One day I know I will put my heart on a fence post
I will watch the neighbor kids throw rocks at it
only thinking of it as a pulsating target
They will all take turns, wind up, and miss
That same day the wind will shred the air
My heart beating atop that post
Where it will not shake or budge from its stance
Because it has been trained to take more