Smiling Backwards @ Section 59651

The following is the final poem for the semester. It is a conglemeration of lines from my classmates poems. It's nonsense really, unless you were there, then you may find a line or two of yours mixed up!

when i say dear god i mean it the deaths of others I have loved slipping through the painted red dust i kneel at your alters and i am altered and dirty our agendas have disappeared i have grown into some awful beast the kind that cries and has red meat hanging inside its chest lapping at my shorelines she taught me how to hold a joint stretching to my grandparents front porches she follows the path by the flow of their pain to hide within the lovely things and find again a childish dance the brown bitch beat defeat within a labyrinth of mumpsimus i do not think that word means what you think it means my only friends i hope you like swimming through an eye-wall of mistrust look someone dead in the face and let another heart begin like the wind in the palm of his hands you have started a fire in me softening my heart against my will I dreamed about the poem spoon and harpoon I dreamed you had written for me speak sweet in the tongue of mystery learn to lie for a living do as you please and please do everything while forest whole in crackle heard sweat slips between my breasts that sweet machine, that strangler team until my head slipped onto your shoulder, still attached without the band-aids of our clothes we are beasts a burning box of matches tend to leave my bed sheets sandy enough to send the scorpions running especially since you lit the match that started this brush fire the hickeys on my neck on my back with my chest wide open the same scene endlessly unwinds someone has eaten the sun from the sky it's fucked up while i was at war my wife was a whore choking from the ties that bind us for life i used my hair to soak the blood Making me question every word that flows from your mouth the chance of catching you keeps me up at nite this is what it is like to be alone the backs of my teeth are desperate oil and dust from nineteen years and endless money lust try twenty i don't want to see you when I close my eyes you're coming to me in my dreams you are supposed to be off-limits i will suck the wind out of you no one can out run lava i believe that slow ache religion i found when death was around took the liberty of our tongues i will shine it military grade to match my brother's shoes they did not shave his head turning those proud lions into stumbling kittens where your lips had claimed holy land the last time before that nothing visible occurred but ruah you seem to have forgotten that I have no problem quitting you i don't care as long as it pushes off my lips and hits you in the face your beehive mouth my quicksand tongue i spin like lance-fucking armstrong i have lied to you every night this week I am a botanists daughter with a black thumb permanently resting up his rectum that slow ache a second spinal cord cold in my crack secured by a gordian knot growing in me words to make you fall in love and speak in tongues i hear the floor squeal against your eager limbs I'm physically aching for phantom appendages I slip in to your eyelids i would do it again how about you i would eat my mental tongue if my mental teeth obeyed from the heart to the hand we tumble, tumble you seem built to hold on to things i would be the greatest mistake of your life leash leading exercise in the green swimming pool dremel tools sharpen teeth we took turns playing the big dipper i wish we could've called it love making you make it hard your succubus started coming undone blaspheming and bellowing the sheets smelled a lot like fear i dream in colossus how to do this without really doing it i keep myself in the company of volcanoes an alternative to ice the desert's dusty streets miss your wandering hands we've always been each others shores two wishes at the same time for the same thing the hunger to write your life story on our bed sheets i can't seem to shake any of you my pores have turned into oceans i know where the moon is at daybreak i am outgrowing my allotted space in the universe astrology is asinine will there be some evidence of who i was when the smoke so sweet to me earlier quit the breath of my two little boys will i remember, in a year, who I was today? the me now in these nights is all that you need so instead of throwing a hand grenade plan an expedition to the tip top of my breasts we can't say no we tread on uneasy skin i still don't know what you look like naked