Ode to Better Writers
You write real good
sometimes the stuff you write is so good
I feel kind of weird
when the stuff you write gets stuck in my head
and I lose my words like
whatever
Sometimes I feel like Nicolas Cage in Face/Off
about to unleash Hell
when my worst enemy cuts off my face
and then cuts off their face
and then switches faces with me
so I can't even tell who I'm fighting anymore
who I even am myself
in airplane hangars and on tops of moving trains
but you turn my action movie of a mind into something pretty
with all your words of solipsistic vicissitude
that just make me wanna listen
and go
yeah
You grow on me like E. coli if I were raw chicken left at room temperature
you are smooth like sandpaper that has been totally used up
you are rhymey like an ancient mariner
relatable like two dogs who have known each other for a really long time
graceful like somebody who took grace classes or something
you make me hopeful at the ends of days birdwatching
for this crow of darkness in my soul
You are bright like a Westinghouse 0518000 1000-Watt Equivalent T44 Daylight High-Lumen LED light bulb
your eyes are like circles with smaller dots in the middle
your ears like round pieces of skin
on either side of your head
with evanescent botulism defenestrating turpitude
the beautiful garnish to my disappointing sandwich of sadness
with sorrow between
and more sadness on the other side
such sad bread not even mold will grow on it
but still something to chew
You know what to say like somebody who's reading off a teleprompter
you spread through communities like chlamydia
you make words seem like a day at the beach
while I'm out snorkeling
in a cold ocean of pain
my heart full of diaphanous horticulture
my head
shoulders
knees
and toes consumed by capricious equanimity
but you take me to shore and rescue me
so how can I ever thank you with words
when I only come from the words that surround me
like everything else outside my body
I've been watching you float the way a large rock wouldn't
and I've always meant to give somebody as cool as you
more than just pretty words
so this is what came out instead:
Nothing beautiful comes
without some difficulties
Too often we think of honey
but not the bees
not the bees
