Wednesday 2 November 2011

Kept envelopes

it was your idea

- to write letters

you saw it somewhere

somewhere someone gave some other a pot of words

and unless you had it too it was unfair

we were fresh as a new page in an age of scared

I was Charlie Bucket

opening with a tear

that first message won me

like a posted pair of undies

smothered me dumb deep inside the unseen

with my tongue creased

and my mind drunk at the beach

or in a ring fumbling for my feet

between each round being sponged down by the priest

at sundown I would reach

into your breath where I’d eat

or take early to slumber

for those nurseries of opium

I tucked hope in them, woke in them

walked every week they came in the slope of them

and at the podium of my pen I pressed

stood undressed

waved at my mess

and declared that every four seconds I think of you…

every four seconds I think of you…

every four seconds I think of you…

each stint with you on the end of my stamp

emptied the bank

scooped the pennies off the floor of my heart

and ended with thanks

you left me just blanks

and I’m firing them at all that followed you out the door

who knows what I’m crouching here for

maybe the ground can shroud me from yours

and you can ask around for your round of applause

find someone as compelled, as astounded by law

to be housed in his core

but I was a coward

I had one last letter to write

but by then I had climbed to the crest of your light

and my confessions that I’d sketch you turned trite

while I rested a second shadow had crept into sight

so I left you that night…

you loved me through little lines that caged that whispered time

when I touched your hand and you gave me your ribs to climb

I’d never discovered a belly I needed more

Mi amor, I drew you pornographic pictures

and it was sweet

and I coloured in your feet

O Lauren, I cannot sleep

it was your idea

- to write letters

to bruise, to blind, to make your memory relentless

to lipstick stain, to stick, to construct an empress,

to bottle, to reign, to paralyse senses

to magnify, to terrify, to adjectivize endless

‘To Lori, I hope you’re smiling J