gentlemen with hats
gentlemen with hats
i.
act one: he is half asleep
a canary in a trance, his yellow raincoat
gathers drops of rain - pearls, he says, pearls
he is not ashamed. raincoats are useful, raincoats
have an air of poetry about them, and at the heart,
he insists, he is still a child.
ii.
guitars in grey air, smoke from wooden hollows
iii.
he is smiling, he cannot
stop, a smile edging on
abandoned strings and ghosts that
everyone sees. he wants to laugh, his mouth
is too small to contain the panic fluttering in
his chest like a million cockatoos, he wants
to laugh but he cannot laugh now, if he
laughs now he will cry and if
he cries now he will scream and nobody
walking down the sidewalk will see his yellow raincoat they
will only see a mad man.
iv.
the way others see us,
the way we want them to -
the shame and thrill of that.
v.
instead, he continues along
a perfect picture
an overgrown selection of nerves
the colour of the sun.
Last edited by lace on 21/6/2011, 17:03; edited 1 time in total
a hat full of drugs, perhaps?
i.
wait, stop - slow down. i've got you on the edge
of my nail now, caught between tissue and bone.
you are fixing me with a weary look of despair and
malice, packaged tight with a tall order of
suspicion -
ii.
stop. i'm trying to be okay. i'm trying to be alright, but please
fuck off. i don't give a shit about your deadpan eyes and
mouth lined with granite, i just don't care, just
leave me alone, go
plant roses or something -
iii.
the man on the corner
is watching me carefully, a hawk's
countenance high
in the deep sea of sky.
iv.
yellow is too forceful, colour
is overrated. i splash you with
gutter-water, black on your
lips and tell you please -
park myself in front of you like a dirty car and please
just go.
v.
act iii - you
are not well and you
have infected me too.
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