in a movie theater
eyes shut:
eyes shut:
i saw you
freezing inthe arctic
of our dreams.
i saw you
the sand sifting
through your fingers
like another's darkness.
through your fingers
like another's darkness.
anxious with
thoughts of bare oceans
that move as thighs
of an eventual sunset.
i saw youthoughts of bare oceans
that move as thighs
of an eventual sunset.
dancing like the children
of great diplomats
with our lean bodies draped
in bedsheets and leather flags
while the orchestra made sounds.
i saw meof great diplomats
with our lean bodies draped
in bedsheets and leather flags
while the orchestra made sounds.
i saw you
always too near
and I am everything
that comes moaning free
and wet
through the lips
of our lovely grind.
and I am everything
that comes moaning free
and wet
through the lips
of our lovely grind.
like you
(I wasn't built by
any process
other than
the poem itself...)
any process
other than
the poem itself...)
the poetry did not arrive
until
the plagiarism was over.
Jim Carroll (1 August 1949 - 11 September 2009)
*all italics from Jim Carroll's Living at the Movies, © Penguin Books
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