What?
One must be so careful these days. Phone wires wrap around His fingers, Rectangles reflected onto pearls, The screen goes black. “что?” Nothing to say, nowhere to look, So He looks into the glow. The blue light slowly swallows, blissfully unaware, Pearly gates and empty dates. Nothing to hold, nothing to share, The Woman weeps and wallows. He hears nothing, He sees nothing. The Woman taps his shoulder, “что?” |
History Books
He threw these numbers and figures Of diagrams and statistics, Cold facts and stories of great wars, Of deceit and mass killings, Robberies and house fires, Foreclosures and tornadoes in the south, That killed thousands. Natural disasters, And disasters caused by money, And this life that they have thrown themselves into. She would like to be a disaster in his arms, But that wouldn’t make the history books, Or the morning news. People wouldnt get money from reporting, They wouldn’t get too close to get a good look at tornadoes on her hands. People wouldn’t receive a nobel peace prize For documenting how she surrendered to him. This won’t change the world, But it will change her. |
Expectations of chameleons and snakes
He asks her, “Why shouldn’t I?
Why shouldn’t I become what they expect of me?”
He has a tendency to show everyone
Only the worst parts of himself.
When they are alone,
He sheds his skin.
All the ugly and cold,
Rids itself of him.
But when he stands in front of broken glass,
When he lays down on daggers,
When he leans on knives,
Those people think they see through him.
They think they see a kid trying to hurt everyone around him,
But he can’t help how he blends into the background.
She asks him, “Why do you do this?
Why do you only reveal who you are to me?”
He asks her, “Why shouldn’t I?
Why shouldn’t I become what they expect of me?”
He has a tendency to show everyone
Only the worst parts of himself.
When they are alone,
He sheds his skin.
All the ugly and cold,
Rids itself of him.
But when he stands in front of broken glass,
When he lays down on daggers,
When he leans on knives,
Those people think they see through him.
They think they see a kid trying to hurt everyone around him,
But he can’t help how he blends into the background.
She asks him, “Why do you do this?
Why do you only reveal who you are to me?”