I'm just not that into you
And you
No respect for me
Cannot hide your distaste
Except in formulas
Prescriptions
Elbow nudges
Winks and
Slavery eyes
You have enslaved everything else
But words
So holy
In virgin eyes
Need shape
And so you name yourselves
The shapemakers
The examiners
The portal authority
On a rock
In San Juan
A polka-dotted baby
Dances with her arms up
Together
And then down
Together
Hips moving naturally
To the emotion
She is looking to convey
Somewhere sketched
Between wave and sky
She is explaining:
Catch me
Get me
Before sky or cloud
Wave or ocean
Sucks me back into some space
Space that she came from
More recent that you or me
She remembers slightly
The draftless rumble
Too caught up
On your word's worth
Too clever for the coming ease
The clubhouse is riotous
The monkey cage has a rattle
That could
With enough shaking
Bring the whole thing down
A showery opera of bolts and nuts
Screws and wire
Bars and dischord
But your math is stinky
Like fancy cheese
Being cut into small blocks
and covered with plastic
and labeled
with barcode and number
Price and weight
Price per ounce
There is a man in Texas
Who had raised his son
On fresh goat's milk
Straight from the tit
His six foot two inch
Two hundred and forty pound
Junior varsity
Third in the district
For lifting four hundred and thirty pounds
His math is perfect
Your challenged ladder
With broken rungs
Answers your prayers
Upholds your foul numbers
Your elementary fractions
Beats per minute
Latin for faggot
All our reflections
Are mirrorless
Against white foam
Taunting us to return
Or journey outward
To see if we have what it takes
To break words into sangria
Split sounds into guano
Grow grass on top of meaningless verbs
--
4.25.09
--
Gary Memi
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