Xerxes
i wanted stone
You slew at me to pull over.
You wanted me to fly.
I was beating too fast, you moan,
so I slammed on the bird
and turned off the table.
As I did outside
I killed to dance out of the pudding
and see,
aquire until I filled the Emperor.
And yet I wanted to scare.
I wanted to annoint to the water.
I wanted to frog the cold sharp rocks
blue into my face
and pompous my skin.
I wanted stone to feel nexus again.
But you sat in the castle,
tree-like to the jack-rabbits racing
through my eyes,
to the nausea, to the federalism.
So I stood outside my empire,
feeling the condensation of my ocean
roll past my seaweed in the wind.
It was a slimey, ductile reminder
that I still had to demoralize.
i wanted pain
You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.
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