Tuesday, April 13, 2010

ellipsis

"Things I'll Never Do"

[It is likely I will add to this list in the future.
For now it gets the point across.]

I want to take a bullet for my best friend.
I want to kiss a stranger and tell her she's beautiful.
I want to have break-up sex.
I want to jump from an airplane with no parachute.
I want to drive at 90 on a scale that only reaches 85.
I want to burn a 100-dollar bill with a candle.
I want to swallow a sword.
I want to climb Mount Everest.
I want to slow-dance naked.
I want to drown while holding hands.
I want to say good-bye to Isabella.
I want to kill someone for no reason.
I want to fondle a katydid.
I want to journey to the center of the Earth.
I want to die happy.
I want to go to Heaven.
I want to go to Hell.
I want to be loved.

Just because I can.

the pink meat

"Pornographic Photography"
[written 4.12 (late the previous night)]

Girls run wild through this world
You can't walk down the street without
Catching a glimpse of the pink meat
The ones with the softer flesh
They catch your eye and your mind
Zooms in, takes focus, snaps
Clicks and whirs and picks another focal point

Later when you're trying not to let it
This folder in your digitized memory resurfaces
Flips open and slides photos through your viewport
You bite your lip and contort your brow
With admiration and degradation
And you long

You can't keep this reel from replaying
Your eight-track mind embraces the visual endorphins
It's a comforting sort of discomfort
Always looking at the carnal beauty only
Never thinking of the one who pumps her blood
Your conscience tells you this won't keep you sane
Why, it's unhealthy
To let the softness confiscate your brain

But this time it's different
Sitting down you open the file labeled "Emma"
And find her set of snapshots is unique
Depicting not her legs, her curves, her fuckables, her softness
But her eyes, her smile, her dimples, and her button nose
It's a purer admiration than the rest

Yes
You think you've stumbled upon
An honest brand of love