My reading of this poem- file:///C:/Users/AML/Documents/Downloads/Memo.m4a
Branded-4/15/10
composed of so many things... fractional...
what I've said before should mean more now...
i am made up of you now.
should be doing this.
should be making things.
torn down. built. torn down.
allowed myself hope.
and here it is.
show me things that people don't want to see.
inside the outside. inside the inside.
open it up. expose the cavity.
we live together. our death together is assured.i'll smoke you. i'll drink you. i'll forget you're lying to me with that smile.
abuse me. you have, so why not again?
elemental. filled with fluid. water. fire. dirt. snot. piss.emotional. blah.
if i spelled it out for you it wouldn't be ironic.
metaphor for what?
all of our metaphors?
the Messiah of metaphors?
all in our sadness-- hopeful-hopelessness.
our exhibition-- fear of not being seen.
will you catalog me as i've cataloged you?
again?fuck you again.
our aggression left on my skin.
in me.
your clueless analysis of what is.
so i am a snob.
i like it good.
i like it thought out.
top shelf.i like you best on your knees.
but wouldn't that make sense for me?
you know me? of course you do.
enough to fill a fucking thimble as they say.
what do we know of anyone?
will i be pretty?
not likely.
the world makes us ugly in subtle and obvious ways.
even as we go on about our prettiness, our beauty-- we've been made ugly.
as you hope and pray for me, you're made ugly.these archaic rituals.
no judgment. i love all.
right... and it's just money
and it's just affiliation
just sex
just friendship
just nothingness.
spell another word. out of letters. out of constructive communication.
plenty of time.
plenty.
stuff.
lots of it.
i want to shake people.stop.
look.
speak your truth.
but your truth is dumb to me.
not because it's dumb but because it's yours.
and we all fail.
our faith in ourselves always falling
short.
keep quiet
keep still
keep well
your preservation is the hard part
