Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Most Boring Person Ever


Forever Feeling


forever feeling 
feeling forever just beneath
between the fingers
stretched out and pulled

Chocolate


waking up to your eyes
and how they make me
not care for sleep
although I catch them only briefly
they are my breakfast tea
swirled with honey
my crusty sourdough
scraped with chocolate hazelnut 
big beautiful sleepy eyes
milk chocolate tint hypnosis
with lids weighed heavy
stuck together
but blinking, independently
like an old robot
back to work
or a slow jellyfish
softly gliding through the rip 
the brightest brown irises
granting momentary luster 
sparking the light inside of my own
i capture every glimpse of sun
you gleam
with my photographic memory
brain film 
i count each kiss your eyelashes 
give one another
each thrust they make
when you yawn, half asleep
falling in out and between 
count each kiss i give your lids
braiding your dreams

Bee Lung


all of the bumble bees line up
their fur pressed gently against the roof of my mouth
honestly, they do taste like honey
wings stretch out
as if this is some practice of nerves
maybe they learn this in bumble bee boot camp
or bumble bee yoga
here they are
knees locked into position 
they prop themselves against my tongue
their feet fastened between my taste buds
leveraging for a correct take off
they wouldn't want to mess this up
I mean, could you imagine if two or three stragglers
were left behind? 
not in a moment like this
no
they gasp as my mouth opens
breathing my air
light enters in, between my lips
their eyes reflect an ever-ocean of sky
they pay no attention
instead they hold my breath, collectively
as if they share their lungs
they share their lungs
they share it all
are they ready?
their training quickly corrects any mistake
adrenaline takes over
driving every single fiber of their body
yes, they are ready
and like water to hot oil
they leap
ritualistically they tap my teeth 
as they escape

Clouds


i'll lay in the tall blades
with my cheeks kissing the grass
green is my favorite color
i'll watch the clouds dance patiently
they're in no hurry
i should take reference
i should learn everything that the clouds have to say 
they've been here much longer
they know what they're doing
they are a daydream