Fun of this old flick called Cat People
With holes in it miles wide but it’s alright
Bringing me back to the glamour that is
Stone age man in reams of fabric I can’t
Respect these ghosts though dead before
They hit the turf need something more like
Forget it Jake it’s Chinatown for my kicks
Where the living drip blood and still resist
Don’t think I’m that important in this scenario
Unless
Maybe
You think so? Because if you do, I’m like the importantest
But I’ll have humility about it
I’m not the kind
Of person
To write a long ‘poem’ on the subject,
Ya know?
I think I could just be
With you
Or
Like
Occasionally occur in your consciousness
Oh man
That’d be so cool
Yeah I think that’d be really nice
Maybe that’s what love is do you think?
This sometime romantic collision
Of thoughts
Isn’t it the most romantic when it’s basically not real
When it’s like two imaginations kissing and
And neither of them know?
That’s probably very romantic
Like a train
You know
Like a train drifting above the town
Like a roller coaster train
A monorail maybe, just
Flying through the air somewhere
I don’t know, it just does it
Yeah
Or maybe a space rocket that takes you
Through the safe air
To darkness, to being truly alone
To suffocating dead
Or, or it’s like a theatre I guess
Maybe at some weird university
A school but not if you know what I mean
Like all these rich kid shenanigans
Strange rituals
So in the theatre you can barely tell
What’s
What’s performance
Do you see where I’m coming from?
Nah you’re right I think the train is nice
I like sitting on there
Just
Watching the world continue
As it goes by
Could you
Maybe
Could you
Like
Come with me?
Not necessarily on a train but
Trains are nice
I proved that (sort of)
So… so maybe you could?
I like being near you
It’s nice
You seem
To
Like it
Too
Unless you’re lying but you wouldn’t do that
I think
To watch the bright wet flowers like a
Bee I laid my tongue on a petal imagined
The sweet colours I could smell the dew
Gathered round as a fog and nearby a dream
Seeping between the stones my fingers
Of water rushing cold across my thighs
There is iron in the soil and my throat
I found this on a piece of paper. I’d apparently written it, probably 5ish years ago? But who knows.
I, Adrienne
The uniform is important, the raiment,
the drapery, my skirt/ is a way of being,/
my knickers are part of what define me
Even though I look out over a goddess
in(of?) grassy hills and long/for the naked touch
of leaves on my skin, / I lie in forest beds
and notice foxcubs and woodpeckers
Here this ruffled cloth and some unseen band
Make me
In front of them I don’t know or care
much too much
the insolence of skin still becomes poison
As the sun sets over bodies
And my pack panic rises
Our other animals have fur and thicknesses.
Ruminate quietly in fields,
Waiting for death.
We have freedom to fear
and tremble in petticoats.
Side note inscribed nearby: [to kiss without defiling]
caress that betrays
breath
fingers
i am in your mouth
alone
amid the sheets that hold my hands
hiss with the pleasure of an embrace
you stand
in my eyes
in the dark
in the light
and you are gone forever
here in my pulsing
i dream of you
i don’t want the dream
to end except
to feel your eyes on mine again
Shake my spine awake as bristles fall
Gaze slides over the streetlights the lamp
I fell onto dreaming of you and wishing
You would take me again through blood
The smile when you saw my scarred nose
The fear in your eyes the warnings before
I miss sitting on your chest I miss you
Pulling my legs close while I wriggle on
Your fallen angel keep you close to me
Our fallen angel keep me tight to you
The way the heart hurts for what it wants
The way my mouth gets wet to see you
Prayers I say to the night the moon
Its dead gods whisper in my ears that
Thing of ours like my child kicking is still
Breath in my lungs catching your stare
As you fill me and plant me and make me
Trees have it easier they don’t have to go
If I don’t let you in you can’t
Right I mean that’s how that
Works and so what if I’m never
Happy at least I’ll never breathe
A breath knowing you left me and
Find my own air tastes different
Rots the lungs drips out the pores
At least
Though five minutes is worth
The seeping whistle of a puncture
For eternity if with you
Get up because that next line on
Telly is in your mouth the cushion
Edge of your seat is dripping over
You’re almost in a yoga chair and
Somewhere vapour cools so you
Light a cigarette and smoke dances
Sweats the little coughs that sound
Like asking you reveal your brand
You move your eyes you call help
To get the kettle and change channel
And change and demand the same
Rewind remixed grainier than before
Your VHS screaming tapes a light
Blue-grey a colour just above hospitals
And if I touch anything it does not belong
To you so I hold my fingers close
As I listen to the world in your mouth or
The telly that glows on your face
Pales in the pale radiation another ad plays
To my silence lost in the glare of this smoke
Breathes my pores and I taste the line
Like almonds or snacks which sit salted
Beyond our reach
When I talk you hear petals in the wind
A wheeze of pretty vapours from my red
Lips some siren singing out of tune cries
Before your dull pupils as you speak
This is her this is the mad one Cassandra
Licks your ears wet and thick dumb
I drip nectar on your floor I sip your heart
The spirit wind fills these aether veins cut
By arrows crushed under foot under wheel
This death is a love poem and life sears
Open tips shut the flow to bottle up wisdom
On the draw of a fool card some back alley
Game you like to wonder by watching
Pictures move beyond your hands your eyes
Money drops you see it slide from this purse
This grip you had not considered loosening so
While I spread my legs you strut away and
Dogs take their turn knotting you say
That’s what she wanted and I say I’ll take it
Very clear sky tonight only two clouds
In the ink we’re floating above the water
Not winded like they usually are
Motioned we’re sitting on the concrete spur
Watching the sea pass us by pass in front
Pass the pebbles to our feet licking toes
Dragging us off into the current the lift
Air passes by our coats forelorn our t-shirts
The clouds are joining now that they see
We bathe in the moonlight glitter the eyes
Seed ears on the rocks cold hard on the soles
Never lack for warmth after dark when the
Moon speaks your name / in my mouth
And when the sun burns the same words too
Fit this skin but there the clear sky
Scag 