I see my reflection (Corpse I)
As if it weren’t enough that yesterday ended,
(its quick to decompose) water turns to dust,
and my disappointment tastes like lead. My heart felt like
death must feel when it strikes with no guilt.
I love that you still think that I am me.
Peel the scab off of your eyes, let the reality bleed in.
I am a hollow coconut shell. Your hope lingers on like a fine gray thread
wrapped around my finger to remind me not to forget something important.
Being with you is like the life cycle of the grandest red delicious once bitten
and exposed its quick to decompose.
I see my reflection fractured in the ice of a shattered pond, gazing at the moonlight as time ticks away, I can see how the whirly bird of wealth doesn’t always fly. My tongue
pronounces words as if I were brain damaged. I’m in prison and I see my cell melting into a cloud, which continues to float up, like a kite floating in the prison yard to remind the inmates what freedom looks like. My wife comes to visit and her accordion tattoo across her chest has drooped down to her pink painted toes, its tune has grown flat and low. Many men seek for that which they have yet to discover while crimson cheeked cherubs flutter in their heart’s; a symphony of crazy parrots
screaming what has already been said.
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I only wrote 3 original lines in this poem. The rest came from students in my class room as we were assigned to write down one line of poetry on a piece of paper and the end result was to Corpses. I choose the first one to manipulate. Its interesting what strange shit we came up with individually and how collectively it seemed that certain images repeated themselves. I reorganized the lines from top to bottom so that the original disorder of the poem is now completely gone and all that is left is my edit.
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