her and hymn
these are the lyrics
written by kisses from you
these are our spirits
hidden but always in view
this is our homework
building a suitable house
that was my memory
where did it go
that’s when the panic sets in
like
ahh fuck
shit god damn
-
breathing is good
my nostrils are good
my lungs seem okay
I am still breathing
subsideeze nuts
weary is my hand out
floating in space
reaching but it can’t
be where I think
it is—but
but
but
where’s yours?
paradise trees
walking through the forest
and what do you see?
a paradise tree
the poplars, historic but
where were morels between?
two paradise trees
white oak, ignore it for it’s
a sign of boredom we need
more paradise trees
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yeah Tim
could you come over
here and take care of these
damn paradise trees?
they’re fucking killing me
this stillery
holding motion
for cradled lovers
showing notions
of fable fodder
a shame I know
your body image
as I’m thorough
like Henry David
bubba fat
it wasn’t a wilhelm
not quite so discerning
but echoed in vain
screamed pain without warrant
arrested in earnest
to counteract choice
possibly included
is to cease my own voice
rows versus columns
care we to delve
a little into twelve
our night has run
thin and aggressive
pardon me gusta
however regarded
I am a manatee
and you see me floating
one of “those things” I “wrote for you”
settled on the rocks
we were making out
our docks on the river
on a shore that just
you and me had we
making out like fat lips
never missed a good kiss
-
to better yet we hoped for
but nothing struck
accordion you
talk additives
here, I hear them
yeah except I did shave
I need to get married first
then I will grow my dream beard
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It only seems right.
this is just a tribute
I have a poem
written in my head
of all the things
of all the things
we have together
but I won’t
but I won’t
write it because
it’s safe here
it’s safe here
at least as long as
I have a poem
