Friday, July 17, 2009

Moving


deviant art


Moving


C.L. Bledsoe


cream
white
light
like butter spread
over white bread
the day
silts
barges
sneaks
through cracked
blinds eating darkness
like two many bagels on an early
flight
with one packet of cream cheese
vaguely reminiscent
of mayonnaise
spread
the days
like legs
eat the meat
until they ride
your face
like love
or at least
enthusiasm
you have no choice

eat away
break teeth
chip jaws
on the morning
sell
pantomimes until
all style depends on emulation
of your industriousness
Lawn Darts
Pez
Pet Rocks
have nothing
and noise
children
killing silence with arrows
standing (these same) dirty clothes
no shoes
in the parking lot
staring in the middle
of the road as I screech
slide stop
drowsy eyes blink
throwing dust into their faces
they blink
smile sometimes wave
and do not move

nothing
will remain of them
nothing but the lives
they’ve given groggy eyes
the mornings
they’ve ruined

if I hate
them
(child/ren that
they are) at least
I’ve taken more notice
than parents sleeping
somehow under a blanket
of television booze meth
is no excuse for the simple fact
that some people (I’m moderately
well aware I’m one) simply shouldn’t
breed


Posted over on Frigg Magazine

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