symmetry untitled #18

symmetry

your phone rings
while you
are inside the blonde
you met at
last night's party
too much mascara but
i won't say nothing
your sticky scent chasing
other dreams barley's
rotting in your
fucked up brain they
blow bubbles
in the cemetery down
the street
still
there are eleven minutes
of perfect symmetry
and your blistered
fingers
reach to touch
the truth even
though you know the
truth is soiled and
unsymmetric


again


looking
to trade you
climb
stairs and pass
by a doll with no
arms
lying in a doorway
and you wonder if
you have found it
you make up a
story
about a pith helmet
eyes blink mouths
open
and you realize you
never thought trading
was this difficult you
pass by the doll
with no  arms
lying in a doorway




untitled #18

its winter
(white almost)
eyelashes abandoned
on a foggy bench are
they yours or mine
you look
perfect in that
costume
we eat grilled cheese
sandwiches at two in the
morning and laugh
hysterically
at
a funny movie you
look perfect
in that naked
costume
then an acrobat arrives
holding a pair of
worn leather shoes

outside they are
waving flags and no one
knows why
you look perfect in
that costume