coffeewhiskey

my favorite poem i ever wrote by myself

My Tables of Context

when my pages are wet
they wilt and lick bitter
like liqour on little teenage love tongues
till they themselves burn brittle
they burn by the wine that shit faced the reader
that spilled upon my inebriated introduction
so i hope my prologue is not being too forward
mark my books, your place in line
your just another avid reader of mine
so selfish you'll tear out my ending
and re-write it all anyways
my first page
read well and re-read
Do not attempt
while undergoing
heart surgery
said the book
that broke you.
that shook you
that swooned you.
and circles of dialogue
the chapters that repeat themselves
they scream again and again
who is reading who?

your eyes are mine
as they skip from fine black lines
with paragraphs as parachutes your falling
and it isnt for me
it isnt my dog ears or my highlights.
my page breaks and margins
its my hero
my main character that fled the scene
the girl in his arms as the dragon exploded
this is the novel, the title.
ive thrown out my paper back and
i am the book...
whats inside me doesnt matter
just dont judge me by my cover.
and when you open me up
and glance down into my plot
let me see those curious eyes
let me read your face
and with any luck we can
both climax at the same time.