Poem a Day for April - 30

How old are we going to have to get before we die?

Love is made of rope. That’s why you feet feel like they’re not touching the ground and you have trouble breathing.

The message in this particular bottle says that we’re going to get lost at sea tonight and unless somebody finds us, it’ll be red skies in the morning and sharks with grins.
A history written on mannequins stands between us.
A parking lot of dreams that do nothing but get hot in the sun.

Sometimes, though, it’s air hissed through teeth in a good way.
Half-lidded eyes caressing half-filled bottles looking at half-empty hearts.
If we’re going to use tonight to get even then let’s make sure that it’s quite the evening.

In order to form a tesseract, one must tesserate.
One must be in two places at one time to make the journey from a departure point to a destination, making the journey from one state to another instantly.
A kiss does this. Worlds have hinged on kisses.

Some of us are window washers and some of us are dancers. And I think you know what I’m talking about.







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