My stomach is spilling over
Instead of my mind for once.
My head is no longer a circus,
A tent of sad clowns and unruly animals.
Uni-cycling on a tightrope
Between intelligence and insanity
Has never been so balanced.
I will turn the ellipses
At the ends of cryptic sentences
Into my own apocalyptic lollipops…
I will suck on them
Until my tongue is raw,
Lips chapped and wet,
Devour words and punctuation
Until I reach their centers:
No Tootsie Roll.
All for nothing.
I want to pick up a skyscraper
Put it in my pocket
Carry it around
All day long,
Cement it in another city.
I want to breathe in a billion-acre meadow,
Fill my lungs with
Blades of grass, and
10-foot sunflowers, and
Exhale a thunderstorm.
I want to touch the skin
Of all my lovers, all at once,
Light my fingertips like candles,
Drip my unrequited love
Over the beads of our sweat.
I want to scream at the sky,
Throw fistfuls of rocks at God,
Thank gravity for keeping me stuck
Weeping on an imploding planet,
Show gratitude for time ending.
I want to swim oceans in my bathtub,
Shower in the waterfalls
Of my hyperactivity, and
With a toaster.
I want my words to be more than ink,
I want their weight to be heavier
Than my head,
Than a black hole.
I want them to unhinge
Like the jaw of a snake engulfs
A white mouse of surrender.
I want someone to understand the sickening lurch
As the roller-coaster moves 90 degrees upward, and
My stomach leaps from my throat.
I never understood true emptiness
Until I looked into the dark void of your eyes as you said,
“I don’t like poetry.”
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