HOME | DD
spacesuitcatalyst — Some kind of unwinding..
Published: 2011-04-18 20:13:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 309; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 15
Redirect to original
Description
It reminded me of home,some kind of unwinding,
through and through and through and through,
let's hurtle towards the white-space.
The landscapes that are traversed in this —
always the same, in that always different, in that always distant,
always passing, transient, unreachable.
You are
sun-kissed topsy-turvy
argyle socks, you know. To keep in the warmth. Old shoes held together with
upholstery thread.
"When I was 18, I left home,
and became a garbage man at a theme park in Utah."
It is this that, perhaps, most accurately describes you.
Better than... better than?
Better than what, exactly?
I wanted to write you a poem but instead I came away with a bouquet ripped from a magazine.
Unflocking. Unwinding.
Division space. Made present. Liminal latitudes, held here.
You and I deflate into air.
Maybe we could be little
helium balloons?
"That's just silly"
(I think you're right).
I wanted to sing you a song, but instead I came away
with a bouquet of flowers ripped from a magazine,
long bus ride home,
a long reflection in the window,
rapidly receding.
Related content
Comments: 6
'I wanted to write you a poem but instead I came away with a bouquet ripped from a magazine.'
It's got that cyclic feel right down, I'd say.
👍: 0 ⏩: 0
"I wanted to write you a poem but instead I came away with a bouquet ripped from a magazine."
I love this line, excellent
👍: 0 ⏩: 2
Oh, seems we're on the same page about that line!
👍: 0 ⏩: 0
True story.
They make the best poetry, those.
👍: 0 ⏩: 1
