The tv spills a cold, invasive blue I have an impression Of you walking on my spine As if I were an arc and cable bridge And you a monster movie freak Grown so large and petulant that None could help but fall The sea below hard and pliable as new discoloured bruises Tear it down, you say Crush them all beneath your unbound feet As if the stillness Before and after earthquakes Were merely punctuation Wrath is love, you write on the sky The moon moves farther away each year I still abide, calling in that silent way That I have always had She shrugs Cloud shadow, listens
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Almost Human
I check to make sure You have knees and ankles Not like people on TV Who almost always don’t have either Not sure How they locomote Perhaps on wheels Perhaps they float But at least their waists Sometimes appear And their smiles are full of hope
Jesus on Mars
Beds are narrower on TV People talk face to face Unafraid of halitosis Or other unfortunate intimacies We populate our borrowed homes With arbitrary things To imbue ourselves with personality And life’s outré laugh-track semblances Wearing masks to unpretend How we see familiar faces In the shapes of cups and clouds But just these peculiar vacancies Where strangeness starts From your face An ageless breath has carved Another empty planet