nirvanawhen I am reincarnated I hope to come back as myself.nirvana by FallingAsleepTonight
do not bury me
do not place a cigarette or something else in my hand when I am gone
and say that I wanted this.
do not give me wings like the other dragonflies and angels
put me back in this body that coughs and spits
and loves as recklessly as it writes.
do not give me dog-legs or dog-love.
give me back my lungs my liver my heart
as blackened as they may be.
leave me in a tub of ice and do not close my eyes.
I will close my gaping mouth myself in time, close myself up
climb from the ice and wrap a towel around my waist.
my old life soaking the earth, my new life dripping in.
VIII.I see the fly martyrs on their silken crossVIII. by FallingAsleepTonight
and I know now who repents.
the hierophantthe orange lights on the poles are smeared against my windowthe hierophant by FallingAsleepTonight
and she is not
is it wrong to be a little drunk, to have the light
stain the walls. paint on night.
are you a man who wants to be strong?
I want to write love poems but all I have are these.
to have you explode in light
it's what I want.
my corona chandelier, freckled constellations
my good friends are dead and alive and I want to
call them back.
my love is stacking tarot cards on her table
and telling fortunes to strangers.
she used to work a booth before I met her
when all my friends were alive and getting high.
there are two voices:
her songs she has never sung
and the drugs who only play the same three notes.
over and over
the four of cups.
nine of swords.
smear the light on top the cards
so we can find them in your deck.
strength and the devil
the empress and the fool.
flowers and angels and love and songs:
you can have my poems and all my wrongs
I'll clean this up I'll pick this up
just tell me that I'm strong.
the homes of my friendsat the first house one of the girls has gone insanethe homes of my friends by FallingAsleepTonight
and only comes back to break things.
at the second the heater is broken and all the pipes have burst.
at the third house there are condoms on the floor and someone
is always crying.
I touch her robe and then put it away, her silk
robe printed with flowers
clothes only feel when they're on somebody.
I can feel it trying to be warm.
her panties huddled on the floor
plastic coke bottle on the desk.
we can play a game if you want
we can play pretend.
let's pretend that you are in this bed and I am not in this bed
with your clothes, cursing and screaming at some impotent god.
I pile the shells of your skin on top of myself.
I shape them into you
though I was never too good at sculpture so I couldn't
get the hair or the hips right
but I think I got all the rest.
I put that robe of yours with the flowers on top so I could take it off
and put it back on and take it off again.
at the first house all the utensils are gone
and the tv
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