Tuesday, November 9, 2010

And I Wonder And I Wonder And I Breathe

I would just like to point out that I
have never asked to take your breath away.

I wonder
why lamps never die.
I wonder
why there's always something else.
I wonder
how long seven months actually feels.
I wonder
about the position you sleep in.
I wonder
about the perfect strangers.
I wonder
about the quality of my sheets.
I wonder
about intimidating texting.
I wonder
about thick volumes people sometimes
love.
I wonder
about seventeen pencils.
I wonder
about necco wafer bones.
I wonder
about birds chillin' on the fence.
I wonder
when they'll come home.
I wonder
when the grass goes away.
I wonder
about zero.
I wonder
for tonight.
I wonder
for tonight.
I wonder
all over the countryside.
I wonder
on rolling hills that are
a bitch to walk over.
I wonder
on Coke and Caine.
I wonder
for the goodness sake
of the generation.
I wonder
for blood donations.
I wonder
about swimming leaves.
I wonder
about what you've read.
I wonder
about what you will never.
I wonder
something twelve times a day.
I wonder
about all the little marks
on the sidewalk.
I wonder
why no one looks up.
I wonder
for the well-being of the boat.
I wonder
for the sick child
but not the illness.
I wonder
for America's eating habits.
I wonder
if I eat too much.
I wonder
who thinks I'm cute.
I wonder
who thinks I puke.
I wonder
why I listen to what I do.
I wonder
what snow tastes like this year.
I wonder
who will speak at graduation.
I wonder
why my brother isn't team
captain.
I wonder
who is actually in charge, here.
I wonder
if falling asleep is the new cool.
I wonder
how much worse your paper
can get.
I wonder
what it feels like to be a man.
I wonder
about the escalator of today.
I wonder
about wetting the bed.
I wonder
about the days when for some reason
nothing gets you horny.
I wonder
who let me walk out the door
without a license.
I wonder
if my father knew I was calling
but didn't bother anyway.
I wonder
if there's a way to kiss away
what we barely remember.
I wonder
if I really have a voice.
I wonder
about the ingredients for sunlight.
I wonder
for the sake of elevation!
I wonder
for the six hundred jaywalkers!
I wonder
about your painted urns!
I wonder
about the required length
of my diary entries!
I wonder
if I even speak your language!
I wonder
who has seen the black water dam!
I wonder
who knows about the tedious stars!
I wonder
who feels the dark in the morning!
I wonder
who else tastes aluminum from
solemn weeks ago!
I wonder
who else digs their comfy hole
to put superficial wishes into!
I wonder
what else rhymes with the word!
I wonder
how old I will be when my
womb-confined sibling
feels this feeling!
I wonder
if I will have a little
tambourine boy of my own!
I wonder
about the little princess of May!
I wonder
what color her eyes will be!
I wonder
about the color of November!
I wonder
what the hell is so different!
I wonder
what the hell is so funny!
I wonder
what the hell is the if!
I wonder
why you don't say fuck!
I wonder
why not ever!
I wonder
why not forever!
I wonder
why you don't fuck yourself!
I wonder
why I won't fuck myself!
I wonder
if the floorboards listen
with cork ears!
I wonder
about the great big game!
I wonder
all those beautiful elephants!
I wonder
their skin turns grey in winter!
I wonder
for your pretty life!
I wonder
for all the pretty inside.
I wonder
if I could maybe
just once
take your breath away.

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