02.08

0208

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(midnight hype with ratatat.)

atrophy, apathy and the letters between lovers
disect your very core to try and find the blind
the walk of shame through the halls of college dorms
the parasail that treads too close to water
let’s unshelter the shelters, let’s unveil the mask of sanity
let the world see our naked scarred unshaven selves
we will sit elevated in a glass box above times square
and frozen in time we will move as fast as traffic
if life is a graph of time versus love versus change
what would happen if you crumpled up the sheet of paper
the equation was written on?

condense your density. make true your individual rhythm.
martyr your dark dark dark dark dark heart
and allow yourself to become as soft as soft symphony
cram your head full of knowledge then let it all go
binge and purge. create then destroy. love then let love.
you have a finite amount of infinite to give the infinite.
your hourglass figure can only be flipped so many times
requiem. become requiem. become undeniable. stand
on the pedestal that you have created
from cracks in the sidewalk you stepped on
when you break your mothers back consider the fact
that maybe you adjusted the lump in her spine
close your history books and listen to the eyes of auschwitz
the scars of pearl harbor, the radiation of hiroshima
take a shot of nagasaki and chase it with karoshi
we’re all melting like the wicked witch of the west
we are all bleeding like the eternal tsunami of the east
our stripy socks shrivel up beneath the house hovering over our heads

we rob peter to pay paul and then we use paul’s money
to take peter’s girl out for a night on the town
but she never calls because she’s in love with paul
and we ignore the fall, the mighty fall of the american empire
and the fire, it burns us all the same, we have only ourselves
and a thousand past lives left to blame, we’re so brash
do not ask what you can do for your country
once we see the fire it burns us all the same, we’re so brash
ash to ash, dust to dust, from first to last lashes
ashes to ashes
we
all
fall
down

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013

READ 02.09, DAY 9 OF THE 28 DAY 02.2013 PROJECT

02.2013 is a twenty-eight day project chronicling my february of 2013 through poetry. to read the entries from the beginning CLICK HERE

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IN CRAZY

in Crazy
you’re bound to forget your hat
but never to fret
these things do happen
and luckily the rain rises upwards
and the alligators in the sewers are friendly
in Crazy

in Crazy
the tin soldiers march up the walls
and just about everyone is happy
unless they don’t want to be
in Crazy

in Crazy
i’ll find myself sitting indian style
in a hotel room above a cowboy saloon
fingerpainting on the typewriter
because tonight is not a night for serious
and tonight is not tonight at all
in Crazy

in Crazy
i’m stumbling over double yoo’s
and i’m penciling in an artist date with myself
my hair grows horizontally
sporadic fritz chicken scratch madness
i haven’t shaven for weeks
in Crazy

in Crazy
the queen rules with an iron fist
while the tin soldiers exercise the golden rule
and a silver-tongued jester
speaks to diamond eyes
in Crazy

in Crazy
the mad mad jester
yes he’s the one who knows the ropes
the mad mad jester
he’ll leave a mint on your pillow for ya
he’ll make sure that you’re fit to stay
in Crazy

in Crazy
they’ll lock you away for any old thing
they’ll throw you in a fluffy room for loving someone
who looks too much like you
they’ll toss you in for speaking the truth
they won’t hesitate to tell you your wrong
preposterous preposterous outrageous unmentionable
you’ll be fed what ails you
in Crazy

in Crazy
the unicyclist is lackadaisical
the motor cars are faster faster faster
and the road looks empty and romantic
but there’s long-snouted authorities
hiding in the ditches
sneaking across behind the tumbleweeds
the road is endless and knows no horizon
but the vultures hover low enough to shadow
in Crazy

in Crazy
the elephants sit on golden thrones
and the monkeys howl at poetic nonsense
the donkeys bray and bray and bray
but everyone has ears like mouths
in Crazy

in Crazy
they’ll put your coffin between your fingers
and you’ll pay the cowboy a pretty penny
to punch your lungs for a few rounds
give it the old college try
then throw what’s left onto the ground
to rinse and repeat and rinse and repeat
in Crazy

in Crazy
the muddy muddy raincoat man
whistles his song of water
and drops the pennies in the puddles
he sits beneath the bridges
the old troll, he barely moves
the automobiles just faster faster faster
and the bridge decays like people’s faces
in Crazy

in Crazy
they put the bags on their heads
they hide their mouths and eyes and ears
but their bodies are flashed across the intelligent art show
the art show that sings you to registers
the heartbeat that slides its fingers into your wallet
the brazen lunch bell, the limited sound of freedom
in Crazy

in Crazy
you’ll love the way you’ll learn to love
you’ll paint a masterpiece in the old folks home
they’ll hang it on the giant fridge
they’ll put it in your
personal manila file with your name on it
you’re bound to forget your hat
in Crazy

in Crazy you’ll live
in Crazy you’ll die
in Crazy
in Crazy
in Crazy

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013

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