fulmah
04-08-2005, 12:01 AM
a countdown came creeping across the apartment
as a viscous ticking clock with alarm set to toll
& pitching elbows on the coffee table, I watched
the hands with silver fingernails flip another card.
she howled, "fuck!" & flung her arms in the air
& right then I was thinking, something’s happening
& right then thunder assaulted the house & our ears
right when she won:
it was godlike proclamation,
the heave of heavy vibration, fuck, & thunder
left windows rattling, left me dumbfounded
& figuring that though the world’s not finished,
that though chance of another bolt is low,
I’ll admit defeat & make no objections…
I’ll apologize
for the failed repair of electrical codes
the brain attempts to arrange
into language the tongue can articulate...
cos right now I’m stuttering, & stuck
blaming a forecast.
the five of cups fell:
a sign of loss, regret, rejection
& for all its grim predictions
I thought, no way… no way…
we only raised our voices twice,
we only had one bedroom battle
& yes, we spit bullets, spilt blood,
broke bottles, lamps, the bathroom door
but we’re past all that now,
I’ve figured out how
to apologize
for everything; anything
to keep it a quiet night, the light turned off,
her fingernails smooth, silver ornaments,
my shirt not stretched or torn/ripped,
our bodies closely curled together,
my hand in hers, held tight to heart.
(previously titled "intermittent reinforcement" until revision. the original is here, if anyone cares: http://hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=287195&postcount=36)
as a viscous ticking clock with alarm set to toll
& pitching elbows on the coffee table, I watched
the hands with silver fingernails flip another card.
she howled, "fuck!" & flung her arms in the air
& right then I was thinking, something’s happening
& right then thunder assaulted the house & our ears
right when she won:
it was godlike proclamation,
the heave of heavy vibration, fuck, & thunder
left windows rattling, left me dumbfounded
& figuring that though the world’s not finished,
that though chance of another bolt is low,
I’ll admit defeat & make no objections…
I’ll apologize
for the failed repair of electrical codes
the brain attempts to arrange
into language the tongue can articulate...
cos right now I’m stuttering, & stuck
blaming a forecast.
the five of cups fell:
a sign of loss, regret, rejection
& for all its grim predictions
I thought, no way… no way…
we only raised our voices twice,
we only had one bedroom battle
& yes, we spit bullets, spilt blood,
broke bottles, lamps, the bathroom door
but we’re past all that now,
I’ve figured out how
to apologize
for everything; anything
to keep it a quiet night, the light turned off,
her fingernails smooth, silver ornaments,
my shirt not stretched or torn/ripped,
our bodies closely curled together,
my hand in hers, held tight to heart.
(previously titled "intermittent reinforcement" until revision. the original is here, if anyone cares: http://hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=287195&postcount=36)