dear chicken museum
“there are bones in here”
what cunningness
making me mistake curated candidness
longevity
and a thing with bones
for something there
you’re not
but a glorified boneyard
speaking of all battles lost
telling a sad true tale
with a childlike gap-toothed smile as face
and my earning in pocket
i take it back
you’re a glorified candy stand
i want something more than the white-stuck red lollipop
i’d like it back
in fact from now on
i won’t ever hand it over
i’ll create and end
here
i’ll build worthless sandcastles sexually stacked
and when hurried rain-tide footfalls come in
at most i’ll have a burial by sea
not this great sweet cavitied sham of a thing
the best thing that’ll ever happen to the library is the fire
then the rain
mona lisa’s smile begs to be set ablaze
i take it back
you’re a glorified house of firecrackers
with unlit bone-filled things walking the halls
cowards at self-enlightenment
the best thing that ever happened to you was the field-trip
the gap-toothed child with the freshly red smile
the red crayon running before your guards could stop her extrospective self-defacement
i take it back
you’re a gloried self-hatred
the moment she saw you she knew
5 Comments
Basak
I love your words. They speak of concepts that cannot ever be understood at an artifical level.. I need to read and reread in order to grasp the elusive world you’re describing. In a society which is often so fast paced, where instant gratification is the norm, thank you for painting a picture with your words that makes me want to slow down and fully understand.
As I was reading this ‘Rich Niggaz’ was playing . I love that song + artist and I think I understand.
arsène hodali
Thank you Basak. One of the best compliments I’ve ever received. I’ll keep trying to slow things down.
Jessie
I want to try to describe the reaction in my body, to these words… I feel uncomfortable and sexy and giddy at the same time… Like I feel I want to understand it all, but I don’t. My brain doesn’t always unpack the cryptic… and it probably isn’t even cryptic, its just my brain wanting to make shit cryptic…
“the best thing that’ll ever happen to the library is the fire
then the rain
mona lisa’s smile begs to be set ablaze”
Urghhh… I want to punch something and make love to some one… not at the same time… but the want is there at the same time.
Jessie
and now I feel embarrassed for leaving that comment…
arsène hodali
haha, no need to feel embarrassed, good reaction. the poem’s not that cryptic – it’s about immortality, money, destruction, self-love, and about worshippping/placing things above your own power, and the sad truth (the links and the song try to clear things up).