poem for corvallisright now your forests so similar to minepoem for corvallis by FallingAsleepTonight
hold her from me the way I have feared
this is revenge because I no longer call you home,
I understand. I picture my various loves there
in the shower as I am hair shampooed back-
what can you say while you are covered in soap
foamy malt of some rural valley
the naked swimming pagan dancing I have left.
my thoughts on you are one continual freudian slip I shiver
now out and dripping for you
I think only of blood diamonds
as a woman like you I know would love to see destroyed
the carbons retwisted
to a backbone of swinging sugar.
cangiantewrapped halfway in my gray wool blanketcangiante by FallingAsleepTonight
one thigh out white and elegant
a first brush struck in some dark
or maybe caressed I consider
my hand outstretched
the ceiling, one bulging light-
suddenly black and white jumping spider
one fuzzy mote of life
for some ancient purpose I am horrified of
and grab the end of a long green broom.
don't kill it, she says from our couch
downward- I watch her tear up just a little
the great pine tree outside I turn to every morning
retracts into leggy needles
where the canvas has gone.
new mooninverted flame leaving an outline of grease on everything:new moon by FallingAsleepTonight
I don't know what to call it yet.
it is monumental,
the weight of its emptiness- petrichor
paws of cats.
your weight in itself is worth raising a glass to.
the only other thing that owns me
your voice is my voice when I pull onto the curb to cry.
your face is the full moon stark in blue afternoons
I used to point to as a child.
the grand silence of one gigantic rock
gazing away forever.
hiredit is my first day on the job.hired by FallingAsleepTonight
four years of biology has prepared me
to file my taxes, practice my signature
get out of bed at four a.m. to beat the morning traffic.
it is not so bad, I think
filling in the box with black pen that says:
I will need corrective lenses to be installed in my respirator.
outside an absent world is still shining-
my black car unlike anything they have
in pakistan or india
entering the highway.
for a moment I feel ashamed.
I cut directly in front of a two ton frieght truck,
the driver flips me off and I smile with the radio.
my commute takes me through not one but
two rich my neighborhoods able to call themselves cities
knowing now how much I am paid I feel some pang
of selfish jealousy towards the ever invisible occupants.
the wind changes direction
I leave the windows down because I derserve it.
as I shift the tinted car into park I think of how
I've done nothing
except maybe piss someone off and
eat a little more of the world.
some girl with her old
22, Oregonian, college student studying nothing close to poetry.
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