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NaPoWrimo #16

Graveyard

I think I used to love you
I think I craved you
But it’s gone
Gone away
I think I used to know you
I think I used to know who
You are
Who are you now?
I gather wood
I gather paper planes
I gather all my dreams
I set fire to the pyre
I burn it all down to the ground
Now
Headstone
Headstrong
Headstone
I can’t be done
We were bound
Through vows, not
Clean cut, more
Serrated on the seam
I am the world’s
Biggest fool
I am so fucked now
There’s no relief
I can’t believe
I thought
You’d set me free
Let go
You’ll see

NaPoWrimo #15

Tesla Coil Heart
 
I like you, I like you
How do I like you
Inrush current, beam spread
In my hands like a bird open air
Only you understand
I wait silently in my lace
I want you to understand
I’m not a man
No, darling
Unless you want me to be
Then I’ll be your man
I know all the manliest things to do
I know all you need
Baby believe me
Whiskey shot in the dark
I like you, I do
How do- I know I do
This is stupid but
I’m wearing 100% cotton
See sparks coming out
From me, Arc flash, out of my hands
Electricity man, I swear…
I could turn you on
I won’t waste your time
I guarantee you’ll never
Hear facts like mine
I read all the histories from Rome
And fucking theory
You’ll be amused, I swear you will
You will find I am skilled in the arts
(No not those ones)
I can paint my face
I can put eyeliner in a line
Right across my eyes
To my heart
I like you, I like you
I see the way
You’re looking at her…
I like you, I like you
Do you want me to
Introduce you to her?
I like you, I like you
I could love you

NaPoWrimo #14

Electrician Love Song

Tie things together
A puddle of knots
I was aware of the
Watchers, I was one
Myself, in the cafe
Lifting my cup to my
Face hiding my eyes
In steam, under sun
Glasses reflecting back
Your desire to go get
Cigarettes. So we wandered
Down the street crusted with
Papers and moss and lost
Wallets with I.D.s of people
I would like to pretend
To be. Look, this one has
A perfect face, as perfect
As perfect could be in
My imperfect mind, searching
For symmetry. I wish
I knew you missed me
God, every single night
I dream your fingers
Rolling your tobacco
There, we were walking
Down the path lined with
Electrical poles, the sound
Sizzled some nights and
I wondered what
It would be like if one fell
Right on me, because that
Is the way I think, wearing
100% cotton, I could be your
Electrician. I could turn you
on

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