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She said you are an astronaut clipped from the mothership
You are a jellyfish with no lips
I said listen short stuff
I'll skip my moon rock across your puddle dive I'll kiss your punches with my nose
I bet you smell like... butterfly, but I bet you dream cocoon
And I bet you never say the word "fuck" but we all know you do my heart is a runway
I been starin' at the sky since my love took off...
Will you be my friend?
Will you poem me a porch-swing will you punch me in the tough just once I need to reset my bones
Swingset my ribcage so the next time somebody pushes me away I'll swing right back
To that chisel with my marble spine, go ahead build me,
Go ahead throw me at the storm like the fisherman's prayer
Do you ever think about gods years, wonder if the levee broke a promise,
Wonder if the wrecking ball was trying to run it's fingers soft across the bricks
But it's head was just too heavy?
Before you become my friend, picnic with my rubble
Road trip with everyone I left in the dust
Do the laundry, from the last time I was loaded
How she found the trigger and we woke with the sheet pulled above our heads
Praying the mortician could make us pretty
None of us, are pretty
But our ugly has an alibi and our gorgeous has a baby sister's sand collection
Our 3 harmonicas we keep blowing off for that flute we carved from our wrist
Put your lips here; tell me, there is music in my blood
Then tell me there is more in my light
Hang me chandelier, from the last night I believed this life had to hurt so much
I am done, kneeling in the church of steepled smoke stack done,
Stargazing traincrash
Give me wind sprint
Tell me my fingerprints are the shape of ripples on a frozen lake
Tell me my coal-mined will never collapse on my heart
I'll tell you these poems, they're my birthmarks and I came this close to having them removed
Even cut that voice-box cutter, hidden in my shoe the day that flight took off
But the runway, it's made of marble made of gush made of windmill
Made of salt, there is a sea made of hope-chest
And every word I speak prayin' to be opened by the night
With its belly full of angers, full of yield, full of shield,
For my wingspan
Teach me how the candle wax says thank you to the flame
Tell me how your mother says your name
Like an orchard going bloom
Angela
A doctor once told me I feel too much
I said so does god
That's why you can see the grand canyon from the moon
You're a telescope, a river bed, we're empty lockets melting into gold
We're hearts breaking, bread fold me and the napkin poem
Pull the tinsel from my hair from all the past I cannot let go
My gills are adjusting to the air
The story husk peeled from my bones
My bones know the song of our tears dripping from the faucet
Ticking like a metronome, I know there is better music
Even in this cabin full of fever
Tonight I'm catching nothing but the lightning bug
My body is a messenger
Transparent as a jellyfish
I wish for a heart you can see straight through
For a voice that glows in the dark
And a few really good friends... to skip moon rocks to.