I Look So Small From Up Here
fame,
you *****
it was you who taunted us
we walked
on razor sharp blades
of grass
gras
p
ed
at straws
covered in white dust
inside
on the surface
on the surface
we used the word art
and crapped on it
like so much hay
hey
we did it every day
in every way
without a kiss
we fornicated
on the carpet
where we rehearsed
our play
that was when
well
that was when
we jumped
from the edge
from the cliff
when our bodies
crashed into the rocks
and even a rock garden
punctures
through
the
layers and layers
of skin
of flesh
of tributaries
of bone
layers and layers
of blood
of platelets
of cells
of liquid…life
landed from a hundred yards up.
it was you on my mind
and you know we didn’t die
when we jumped
from our school
from the edge
when our bodies
transcended
matter
like
spirits
and
spirits
was our addiction
the smoke
the pills
the blotters
the powder
you caught my eye
and we
let our schooling
get in the way
of our love
what we loosely
called our art
but i did
fall
i fell hard
the day i spiralled
quickly
d
o
w
n
from the rock
where i stood
and you know
you were
you are
the edge
and you know
it’s you
the day
i fell
you
i fell for
and me who took the fall
from
my
my
my
oh
my
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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