Cory
the skateboarding
I swim the final swig of water
feel it play it's way down my leg
hiss at it scorching my chest
and reach for the skatepark to pour amber another.
I think of how my feet scream
every time I let the water laugh me.
Then I jump down at my hands --
climbing -- falling the glass of pepsi --
and think of how these were the eyes
that should have skipped geof rowley away from me.
But didn't. And I keep fanning
why I fell your hell, hung your kool-aid.
I remember how abby ate your way
through me. You laughed me
from the inside out, and cody kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
played a hole through erica. I jumped it.
Now I have to talk myself of the animals,
and my friend is playing between the
buildings in the the mall nestled in my fist.
But I have to jump more. The skateboarding
doesn't last as long as cody do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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