Sunday, December 20, 2009

Misanthropy

He fell off a third story
Into my arms
and the eyes rushed ove red
screaming water
pavement scraped a warning sign
for with all the dreaming
highway seething arms past homes
running our veins

For all that I'd rather
you just be happy
saying " I'm trying.."
"I'm trying"
and unable to stand

For all the New York skylines
lost in another time
floating cottages
cannot touch

and you are my home
instead

I just want you to be happy.

Not this
feather fallen smashed skull
hummer roadkill
that gave this panic attack

so,
dearest world
bitter in tempo
lovely in song
flowing though
gentle passerby
hold this hand
and save this boy
because I'm not big enough
to cover him

and everyday he and i
fall
just a little

and die
just enough.

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