Alien Landscape

the flutter of dead lips.

you're my wonderful wonderful. you walk in shoes that do all the talking. you're my wonderful wonderful because you're simply beautiful.

the world accelerates and dies and get reborned in monotonous magnificence over and over because you are so wonderfully wonderfully slow.

your tongue it traces circles on rain misted windows. confusing squigglies which are so much like your tight tight curls of wonderfully wonderful hair. you're my wonderful wonderful.

your breath is as loud as the slosh of ever running water. it flows into my ears and out again, leaving me clean and warm like the sheets my mother just washed and dried with her own two hands. the ones that smell like home and sleep. like happy dreams i never want to wake up from.

beautiful wonderful wonderful your head is soft as a banana. it feels dead and sad. you're so cold. like that night i fell asleep with death and loss fresh in my mind and heart.

your eyes, smouldering. you're Beatific. extinguishing rain. you sew ashes with threads of baby softness and graveyard soil. i think i want you.

sleeping beside me. soothing self hatred. stopping these absurd wishes of wanting another sorrow so deep so they would all cry and i could watch them and feel their arms around me as they embrace me hard as if wanting to become one with me.

my... wonderful wonderful. i just felt like writing to you because it's saturday and you look especially wonderful. your quizzical sleight of hand. my sanity flickers between those long fingers.

forehead upon forehead, you told me once again to smile and love and give. then i held you close and suffocated your stupid head into the meaningless mush it really is.

adieu. adieu.
Posted by NHJ 11/11/2006 06:10:00 pm

Saturday, November 11, 2006