may we be in Heaven?As I understand itmay we be in Heaven? by ~iamalazycapricorn
when the sun goes down and makes way for blessed,
cinematic and panoramic,
like the universe is taking a snapshot
of our pretty, picture-perfect Earth
as if it’s a tourist, on travels
and wants to share its exploits with its
nana, or mother nature, or God
or its rather large, nuclear-atomic family
stretched through time
But sorry, I’m wandering
like a lonely cloud or something
and what I really mean to say
is as I understand it
when the sun dips beneath that horizon curve
and the lights go down and people over the world
go down and yet the motel fan still turns
(and we’ll pretend, for the
on love's sweet bonesOnce upon a time, adam told Eveon love's sweet bones by ~iamalazycapricorn
she came from his bones,
and Eve laughed. her cackle
split time and snapped apart
the legs of women everywhere to lying adam’s retribution.
and, honey, i hope i’m not a sweet blasphemer
when i tell you, darling, that
i like to think she laughed
the same way i did when you told me you loved me
like no other you’d had before.
well, that’s a fucking stupid thing to say because
there’s two sets of twelve ribs, lover
and you’ve had all you’ll have of mine.
who else made up your hearts advent calendar
and counted down the twelve days of my thigh-splitting
War of the RosesDaffodil girl, you walk in bloom-War of the Roses by ~iamalazycapricorn
like stars weaved in a gold-spun loom
and as you breathe
I swear, I hear bells
chiming with echoes of oranges and the
whispers of the eyes of cats.
I see you step, tread, dance
with dirtied Wellingtons, peppered with hearts
and icy lips pressed cold against glass.
Your breath is music to the tangled cobweb
and you sing to the quieted spider to please his prayers.
He catches snowflakes for you, to decorate the blades of your eyelashes.
And it was raining, I knew,
your trenchcoat sodden and wind-whipped
as though you had fought Poseidon with a trident of
You strutted through that meadow as th
Carbon monoxide's my new best friend.I didn’t look sad.Carbon monoxide's my new best friend. by ~iamalazycapricorn
When I crept home under the cover of clouds,
defiant and returned from the place I should have gone
a paradise, saw me turn and run
and sad I wasn’t, in my eyes,
when I saw myself in the panels of glass in my front door.
Mildly surprised, open mouth, running nose
I didn’t look sad.
And yet I felt, as I often feel,
like I’ve never crossed a road before.
As though I’d kicked off from the curb and mounted the sky,
airborne as I was struck by cars
and my ghost just crossed those concrete
sunken riverbeds, a ditch where my body laid,
scrambled by a chassis and tumbled under tires.