The Wish Book. Alex Lemon

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The sugar bowl, right where

       I can keep an eye on them.

       & that rusty spoon, that bent

       Up piece of scrap? Hold the warm

       Metal to your lips, my little man.

       It’s been burning, buried

       In my chest for years.

       At the very bottom

       Of my spirit I have

       Bright scissors & a

       Deep despair, knowing

       The panty-clad gods enjoy

       Each our selfish moments—

       All the slumber-party-

       Handcuffs. The slow dancing

       With pillheads. O to smash

       Up this endless hallway—

       Life’s swelling sickness.

       This hate mansion filled

       With hospital moans.

       O to be unsure in any

       Flesh. I’m right here

       Beside you. Don’t cry.

       Let us be true

       To our own

       Oblivions, the

       Atom bomb

       Cradled in

       Our mouths.

       How the heat

       That blooms

       When talking

       About graves

       Collapses the

       Room each

       Of us carries

       Inside. O perfect

       Beasts. O raunchy

       Goodness. It

       Only hurts when

       The heart purrs.

       I stare out the window, dead-

       Weighted with the ghosts

       Of all the pretty voices

       I’ve known. Waiting: there’s

       No loneliness more pure.

       Just close your eyes & then

       Where’d everybody go?

       Each moment growing

       More & more full. Swaying

       Husks of the forever-standing

       Sunflowers. Shade giving

       Purple to black as the hours

       Pass. Echoes of last night’s rain

       Fingertip over the birdbath’s edge.

       Sparkling ropes of light, the drops

       Dazzle through the nearer dark.

       Afternoon sunlight

       Hammocks through

       The rain-laden

       Lilacs, beautifully—

       But it’s no balm.

       Daylight carves—humidity

       Curdles the air—sharp-

       Edging our shapes,

       Illumining our despair,

       The wretched beasts

       Inside us. I know

       You’re tired, baby,

       But it is what it is—

       All of our bones

       Will quiver & snap. Please:

       Tell me that you know

       All things will ultimately

       End. Please: shout, No, no,

       No, everything will last

       Forever. Soon, night

       Will cloak in with an owl-

       Colored darkness webbed

       With the dull ember blush

       Of sleepless street rovers.

       Pearled, languid. How

       Lavishly our hurts glow.

       I got to have whip-

       Smart & boom

       & no one’s

       Getting any—

       Midnight’s jiggling

       Light says

       Last call

       & doomsday

       Or everything’s

       Going straight-

       Up live voltage

       &

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