Rubber Soul

for this i would pour my time out from my pencil til i was gone
short of age
to admit to dreaming myself carved deep into the dips where your elbows rest 
to quake to the humanity of the mundane-

I hope the earth craves the soles of my feet in the same love 
the shards of my stillness could use to halo you in the raw day
Casting myself 
briefly understood by the spaces carved by body and language-

I’d like to live alone some days –
picture window 
red mug
snow;
someone’s visiting tomorrow,
tomorrow I will live alone again
wait for the next tomorrow 
(I want it more)
stay a night,
stay an extra one;

I sigh for you when you look away
As if I wasn’t the one who set a fire to my mouth
In case you turned to kiss me- 
As if I wasn’t the one who offered to be your creation
Or to be your equal 

You say that you're ugly-
But have you ever seen yourself in a moment of happiness,
Instead of a dissatisfied one in front of a mirror?
Would you glare at someone
The same way you glare at your reflection?

 The man gazes out and past the extensive glass window that shows off to him an endless sliver of outer space, daydreaming about Earth while fermenting away in the multi-trillion dollar New Old-World resort -no, priso