All entries for Monday 08 February 2010

Weekend

The candles shadowed my lampshade

impressing two balloons on my ceiling. 

They floated rigid, refusing to flicker.

He was going to mention them. Eyes 

stuck to the typewriter, the vinyl, the

photos. I prostitute somebody’s history.

He said, but they look more like a broken

heart and I said that we don’t know what 

that looks like, besides, we’re here now

not that we’re in love.

There’s a film of wet on the windows.

A girl has a long photo of cheerleaders.

People, glasses scarves bus people. 

I want to say

that I am trying to be transparent

but without 

I am without 

and the balloons start to flicker

because I left the candles burning

a pillow on my brain.

I keep the light on. without. 

it makes it seem innocent.

: 08 Feb 2010 23:47 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem