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angel dust

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tiny bird bones

are his ribs, delicate flower arrangement, hands splayed, or

two beautiful white wings behind a stranger’s grave

-- we can see lines of purple river coiling his fingers,

tap his knuckles, and hear faint guitar picks strum pasty flesh

like an anthem to stupidity -- his bones are hollow.

his ribs are my favorite thing about him, i used to think, said

“your ribs, they are angels meant to fly” -- “you don’t make sense”

he replied, but nothing made sense back then

or makes sense now, everyone is standing face to the mud

and we close our eyes and hold hands and jump when the next person jumps, down

means nothing, neither does ground

or angels, for that matter. he counts his white hairs

stranded in clouds, plucks feathers from doves and makes a nest with them

calls it home -- wondering, all the while, what wind might feel like

singing around his spine if he jumps, and whether i would bury

his bones behind a white grave when he does?

 

(yes. i did.)

haven't written poetry in a while. it was nice. i should do it more. also read more of it. (sighs luxuriously.)

originally this was inspired by a story my psychology teacher told us about some idiot kid on PCP (aka angel dust) who thought he could fly and jumped off a five story building and became a vegetable. it didn't really come out the same way though. (incidentally, Moth-Eaten Clothes was also inspired by psychology class. sometimes a person with a damaged hypothalamus can't feel hunger and needs something/someone to help regulate their own bodily needs. ain't science inspiring.)

really, i didn't know what i was doing with this poem, so i'm super curious to see how other ppl feel about it. thanks for reading.

--enjoy.
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InTheWrongLane's avatar
I find myself coming back to read this because it truly is beautiful! I love your writing style, its quite mysterious. "and we close our eyes and hold hands and jump when the next person jumps, down" as you know that is my favorite line :)