02.26

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(when you said you liked the beatles.)

when you said you liked the beatles
the oxygenless night exploded into day
the grey clouds were wiped from the sky
like billows of white from a chalkboard
your eyes lit up like a thousand suns
into the reflection of my radioactive moonlight
and we eclipsed into the caverns of love

when you said you liked the beatles
i could feel my heart growing like bamboo
on steroids into the hollows of my arms
and overwhelmed my body began to sing
a duet with you laced with great hope
a great hope in the divine and that the heavens
weren’t just those blue squigglies above
the red house and the brown dog in a child’s drawing
on a fridge

when you said you liked the beatles
i became filled with a rage of joy
something i didn’t think possible
i found myself dancing through lines
at the d.m.v. and driving one hundred mph
into the mountains to go find the heart
that i now knew was still beating

when you said you liked the beatles
fantastic wings sprouted from your back
and i began to paint an electric portrait of you
psychedelic and visceral and honest to the aura
you possess inside your home of a house

when you said you liked the beatles
i fell in love with you
as we danced to something
pouring out of the loudspeakers
in the streets of denver
like crystalline drops of water
that have resonated eternally
through the last fifty years
and will continue to resonate
forever ever into the cosmos
and where the walls of time
fold in onto themselves and
everyone loves the beatles
the beatles are everyone’s band
but when you said you loved the beatles
i remembered there are such things
in this world that exist that we all feel
that will never be captured
that do not drown in the sands of an hourglass
but form great glasshouses
immune to any stones you could throw

they just remain
in the minds
and the hearts
and the guts
of the mass populace
of incredible lovely people
forever ever into the cosmos
and where the walls of time
fold in onto themselves
like the crescendo
in the middle of
a day in the life

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013

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DAY DREAM SONATA

can you hear my heart palpitating?
i assure you. it’s like this all the time.
it’s reckless. it’s without rhythm.
it’s breaking the laws of its own nature.
it’ll stop for days on end. it’ll begin again
in the middle of the night when dreams come
with you in them and there we are
sitting on a cosmic swingset hand-in-hand
and we’re talking as frankly as we do during the day
we’re floating through space hand-in-hand
we’re floating

we seem to be traveling down rivers together
we seem to be angels stepping harmlessly over broken glass
we’re ignoring the walls of perception
we are laughing at the way the bus is always five minutes late
but sometimes i wonder if everything was on the schedule it says
would i ever have had the chance to meet you?
what did i do to deserve any of this love?
i chew on it when i’m hungry and i spit it back out

if you had a grave, i’d bring you flowers
i’d go there and just talk to you for hours
i’d sit beside you during rainstorms
while your bones swelled up underground

this is my simple request: nothing.
there is absolutely nothing more i could ask for.
i am so so so very blessed
and blessings don’t get passed around right
so whatever you’ve got to give, give it to someone else.
drop that coin into the jukebox
and let the speakers of the world pump its vibrations everywhere
dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance
until you’re sick sick sick sick sick sick sick
i’m getting a little stir crazy, i know
but we’re not all perfect and what the hell does that mean anyhow?
take your predispositions and defenstrate them out the window
throw them out the window watch them catch in the wind
watch gravity, selfish gravity, selfish selfish gravity
take its course and swallow us all whole
i’ll be here still dreaming
dreaming of flying cars and ambiguous culture
dreaming of graffiti on the moon and a spotlight on the sun
let’s give it our light for once

and you just keep on smiling and dancing on the water
your love reminds me of what we can be made of, if we want to

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013

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A TOAST

lift up your spirits!
to this cataclysmic evening!
this parade!
of howling wolves! and monkeys!
to the altered perspectives!
of angels!
and their subjective
paradise!

let our warped worlds come together!
like pangea in reverse!

let all religions reside within us all!
and all around us!

this is my wish for you.
and all of you.

let us toast!
to the fact our irises
are all different colors!
and our pupils are
all
the
same!

let’s get lost!
in the rambunctious sound
of
actual
reality!

and remind our souls
that love
is not just romance:
it is
every breath
the flowers give us
and each one
we return to them!

parks
that are dead
in winter
and alive
with lush green grass
and wide-
eyed people
in summers!

let’s toast!

to the smell of rain!
to the taste of laughter!
forever! tonight!
and ever after!

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

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