"So, I’d like to sleep a million years instead” +2 more poems by Mari
poetry
I
–So, I’d like to sleep a million years instead.
Simply, I have found my purpose. I like my truth, but
it is singular. Every day, I create opinions
based on the angle of the sun setting itself into position.
into futures, I read these illustrated narratives.
I make a room, till it up, and build something new. Also,
every day I pretend this. Shut my eyes with your film.
To disrupt myself, I read news; dead bodies trace me,
so I look away, so I feel the same.
It is true. In secret, I believe I am destined. Balance it out
with this. One day, I’ll gather my things, sell them, or die.
No one will wonder how this space longs.
And Laugh the silent kind.
II
Fast forward and stumble on knuckles
Withstand the fever emerging, remedy with
lady fingers dipped in Bowls of urine; not for
consumption, as we rub the tender meat,
these toes throb & throb. Barmy
liars; you Lonely swallow Advertisements,
like the scream of ancient hymns: O, isn’t this
tasty? I could just sit on the couch all day!
Girlfriend wants to kiss you dirty, whoever
you are. Trial and error, this constancy.
There’s a fantasy you have regarding biblical
names. Remember you sang me once
your natural dreams. Fields of sunflowers.
Vast. Immortal. Ours usually goes like this:
I am running, and so am I. Beeline;
when I turn, Nose to nose.
Depending on the soil, some treks have
sprouted weak, thin wrists; I tend to fast
forward this part, lucky to stumble on your
knuckles. Mine is To suck on them,
lucky strikes blood. Striped bed-sheets
play along; a man lies in bed thinking
of bowling; he lifts up his bedding and
begins rolling inside a fitted sheet, wondering
if he is now placeable. Objectified.
Condensation answers your defeat; wink
raise your left, then your right; for a second,
you are excited. In this bathroom, a white towel
became heavy; forgotten why we reached
for its Threads Earlier in the day.
III
See me through
Protein 400g whey Candy
& fuck off switch
Exist cuz you guys sequester
exquisite corpses
I am starving thoroughly
hierarchal proportioned
Expenditure REAPS
Goosebumps beaming
Tiny bike yikes HAHA, u kno
Freud fingers his
Gas line fizzles @ 222
Beep beep jeepin in
jeep nod Quick hit the loser
nice Gams
pug skin ticks
Like trainers on
Gear to slip n slide
Pass the J baby
Tear-IFS
And butts bumpin the system
Aretha Franklin Over me?
Urethra laxin
hours weigh weight
weights weigh in
ladybug clover
loveher orbs
couldn’t ggüey wait.
BIO:
Mari has poems here and there. & here.
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