a tattoo at the flick of the wrist,
watch your doorstep.
a window falls from the eye
onto an autumn leaf-populated college campus.
this would be roughly my tenth essay,
on this film i’ve seen now nearly twenty times.
i still haven’t quite added it up yet.
and so, i draw my name from the paper
in the black top hat, collecting white rabbit hairs.
and on the outside decorated with a feather.
up way past my bedtime.
drinking the punch, it’s spiked.
next in line, dancing alone,
just waiting to perhaps meet my date.
taken by the hand,
led upstairs, through the hallway, to the bedroom.
unpacking lunches for what sometimes seems like an entire day.
a breath of smoke, a sip of soda… cheeseburger or pork chop.
playing sides of crunchy fries.
sharing an elementary mascot with cartoon casinos
or hollywood ‘western’ film antagonists,
their faces now printed on the front of tobacco packages.
coughing a room chock-full of chalkdust thick enough,
i can cut with my finger to work on my name.
changing my mind faster than i know how to speak it.
eternity spent in the same outfit, same obstacle or agenda.
serving as a prop, be it stepping stone or grass blade.
up close: a single pixel, barely aged a day.
pushing too high on the mood swing, the ship’s given to sea.
see me on the sidewalk as my sight’s allowed to catch your tail lights.
caught by eyes, and i’m privileged to snag a small ripped square of the same and more. (with a capital V.I.L.E.)
febuary of 2012
originally written by typewriter