let me borrow your wooden smile

LONGEST DAY OF THE YEAR AND I HAD THE LONGEST FUCKING EXAM OF THE YEAR AND NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO DO EXCEPT WANDER AROUND READING POETRY. THAT OR REVISE.

Restoring fevers to the blueberry-bright pupils -
It's wonderful, you see, how multitudes meet.
Under squished-fly eyelids, my reflection floats
like tadpoles, within the double visionary
longing, falling away in echoes down scree slopes
of looks, sleeplessness, illness, love, eyes' own pain
with tongues as touchstones in my plot-driven hunt

horizons are set like gumshields around us
gloriously entangled in the painful rounded
cup-creamy calves, heavy with walking,
but under my fingertips, bumpy and absurd,
treetops heave between terracotta rooftops
chipping away in flung flakes, heath
ringing stunned spirals... don't tell me
that lips sticking dry to teeth is emotion.


RIGHT NOW
i know
...
that wasn't about what it sounds like it was about.