A Poem about College Partying and Finding Oneself |
There is a small blue spittle of skin on the side of the pool. On a Tuesday around the crack of closed doors And breath That curdles in spiderwebs of powdered glass It reeks of drunk girl’s gum And it squeals when they cackle against the banana trees Because the air is crusted clean by the desert wind And the flushed chests and cheeks of them Their chapped fingers And crescent eyelids heavy beneath the purple mountains above Shriveled up like raisins in the frost Jagged bitten fingernails Crusted with the sheen of resin and Camel Blues Hovering in guiltless obscene flicks of the tongue Happy and shredded clean By cracked textbooks and Microsoft sheets It’s a cracked out ballroom of Knotted muscle and bursting brains Kids Hold out till ya burn out Brochure says the fishbowls kept moist and clean They’ll feed you And the pebbles are the color of birds of paradise Steaming moon pools of spiced rum And pizza crusts And a Birkenstock choked up in the mud and coca cola spit Shelter and Curls of potato skins and milkshakes Or yawning coves of blind heat Its like Get me drunk, give me food, fuck me now I’m going to the pool pool pool I’m gonna run the bruises off my feet Crack the frozen bits off of my hair I just gotta get there In time to bleach the sexed out stench From my graying hair Before the dawn and deep fried daydreams Of the next night to bleed into the dawn. It’s the clotted nerves and bloated pink muscle in your throat Don’t squeeze a breath till the pharynx swells It’s popcorn and cum and chlorine water It’s dogma and epistemic truth and formula It’s the curled bit of skin you left on the side of the pool To the left of mine but I’ll never see it So as they gape and moan Moths beneath the sharp bulb of the moon Moving thickly across the gelatine cold cuts of skin Getting it in Or passing out You wait until the water’s ripe And run run A toe’s length ahead of the shivering cast of your heavy meat The goosebumps of the diving board Crawling where your guts should be And leave little bits of your knees on the concrete wall Shivering cakes of blood to drown the fruit flies And you wait until its all up inside you Chewing you out Blistering drought between your legs And tip your hair with sweat The catcall of a juiced Iphone At the batted wing of shuttered eyes You burst through that stomach of fluoride blue Until you cant get out again And the bananas ripen and rot And the sex gets stale and the coffee cup cracks You put on blistered boots to keep out the chill and the sand And you sleep a lot more than you did before Because that spittle of skin at the lip of the pool Has dried you white And you’re fucking thirsty But pool water doesn’t come in 90 cent cans So fuck and eat and sleep till you throw it all up And learn to run ahead. |