French inhale and throw stones at corpses
Don't sit around and think
Talk and sit and suck smoke from stems of roses
When we walk don't touch me
Don't brush your cold body against me
You remind me of my grandfather's dentures: useful but dead
Square lights and jagged teeth or houses
Cats call at us and ask why our legs aren't bare
And we ignore, vapid, empty people
And we inhale the whole world
I imagine we could swish blue vapor through our teeth
learn from it, taste infinity
Our brains would shake our hands
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"Stones at corpses" & "cats call" is clever. in the good way, not the fight club way.
ReplyDeletemy favorite is "our brains would shake our hands" and "we inhale the whole world," but i wish you would have said "we inhale the whole world twice" because i taught you to inhale twice.
keep posting because your poems are better than you know :)