I Want to Love LikeI want to love likeI Want to Love Like by elzorrito
the Apocalypse or
a Ginsberg poem
screaming, raving madly in the streets
over some little nothing.
Like a .45, safety off
nothing holding back combustion
but will and luck
which are two things
that have only ever come my way
I'd decided to love you like this
No veil, no wall, nothing
but a prayer and
a little bit of distance,
But I'm not sure
that's so feasible.
nine1.nine by emilygolightly
be their happy childhood, dipped
in coloured glass and wound around
the stairwells. be a boat with sails
and a tire swing. be butterfly nets.
be monarchs and lilacs in the summertime be
summer itself. be desperation and
a snare drum, old Beatles songs winding up
from the floor below, your yellow hair something
from a storybook.
put your hand inside their
head and lead them out the back
door and through the trees.
show them the spot where
you took an axe to the silver eye
of God's skull and boxed up his
body parts like damp children's clothes.
tell them the truth; that you ate
his bones and kept his soul in
a beer keg. tell them how he didn't
mind, how he was happy to give up
and get drunk instead.
gas them in the shower.
paint their mouth as red
as their memories. paint
them like old blue blankets
piled up on the side of the
road. paint them orange
and covered in blood. paint
them like a small nervous
bird, on fire.
paint yourself yellow and
don't stop running.
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