Compilation Poem for May 28, 2015

two poems, or seven minutes
or
this doesn’t have a title, and it’s really, really rough

I would like to welcome you all to our special symposium tonight —

I kind of live in the ghettos of Salt Lake, 
so I can drown unnecessary thoughts enough to sleep — 
the big ones that hang from a chain stretched between towns.

I fell for you faster and harder than the water did,
being the only thing holding a parachute to the ground — 
it was supposed to be frosting but it wasn’t quite soft enough — 
but she was stuck in the repeat: eat ; sleep ; pump ; power-nap
pork loin ; meerkat butt cheek ; fa-jee-ta — 
does that mean I’m looking back into the future?

ah, my perverted men — drops pool along your lower lashes — 
embers — an actual remembrance of mitosis ;
the roses have wilted and the violets are dead;
every sunset was a sunrise — 
they once were hunted here.

if we’re only here but were praying for there,
I bet your Lucille’s waiting all tuned up, just for you
on most nights, under an embroidered quilt — 
Daisy, I feel you, and I want to feel more
— every day my feet grow further apart — 
do I want to be sober?

to all the fuckers who want to shut me up, I have two words:
One. Deep. Breath.

Compiled by Dennis Clark