Rebellious infatuation zealous an over
trails lust puffed-out in a gust fussed
stroke the chords of our magnetism
circumstances abroad
let's sleep in air ports lulled by the luminous vibration-
and blending intentions
I dream awake.
you exhale my name with your callous attitude,
over slot zombies and neon fake bakes
coral infractions
tales of smokey nights foamed over-
blasted in day light
a twist of lime with our narcotics-
narcissism throws hex
for my one trick pony or grab a haystack for this needle
a sign? briefcases and cheap wine
high terrain plays again.
I'm allergic to:
bad music.
uncut cheap morality.
no variety.
fathomable propriety.
suicidal dynasties.
& hey-you's.
itches like morphine- turpentine through slow veins,
sometimes the blood bubbles to my brain.
so show me without foam at the bottom of the pint glass
before I blink into extinction
our hearts draw inspiration from tubes and poor ventilation
America.
art on napkins
script pads and wealthy smiles
stomach twirls and tactile defensive blurs
romantisizing to the nearest outlet
sour slurs crying:
am I getting paid back?
somewhere between oil and water
I favor you in grey sweats with no underwear
wet or underwater
your elegant jawline redirects whirlwinds-
roll into yoga tricks
delotid fantasies in hospital bed night fits
nervous playing piano with my lips
Dr. take my order, I feel younger then today.
Copyright ©2009 Lauren Montano
1 comment:
Blending intentions..love that line. Very wet and fever dreamy. Like a sex manifesto. "Fathomable propiety" and that whole section of alleriges is awesome. You were right to enlarge it. This poem makes me want to quit my job, pop pills and fuck someone beautiful I just met in a airport bathroom.
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