For my mother (assignment)

I paint caution tape, and magnets, around your arms;
Words hang like bracelets,
Bangles knock your bones,
Embossed with inaccurate organs and acronyms.

Like an audio book that swivels around an ancient record player,
Clichés act as your needle,
Though, you say, you are tired of being spun.

Sticky ears only pretend to be clean.
But magnets always have,
Always will,
Hold your currencies in their soft mind trunks.

Boxing glove clouds learned to float like boomerangs,
Every mouth speaks, a different set
Of heavy heels,
Although, no one can stand to sit down.

With ferocious teeth, insides snarl,
And like a oil-stained heart,
I’ve felt an engine inside of my torso.
As each wheel clicks,
Everybody releases their ugly ghost;
Nobody can leash their ugliest ghosts.

There is an anvil coated with an uneven jacket,
That sits silently between our sides.
With crooked teeth,
How they hang like hooks,
Hundreds of holes made in our aura.

Dialect buzzes around my head,
Strings of words, bound like garland halos,
My skull is not a force field, but a sponge;
I will always keep your voice alive.

Sharp eyes meet with boomerang grace,
Though everything would implode,
Everything would destruct,
Everything would mean nothing;
If they laid vision on blue hands.

Like a curled telephone cord,
I have a tendency to disconnect,
Though, I cherish the receiver.

And like an elementary classroom
Plagued red and pink in February,
I’m not worried of tearing the paper,
I’m not afraid to smudge my cursive,
Because I know you keep infinite hearts.

oh

I kept my eyes in your neck
We made such a beautiful valley
And as the river kept it's posture
I lost everything I had
Our eyes connect like magnets
But they break with the speed of lights
I need anyone to tell me it's alright.

I kept my shoulders from the wall
Trying to make it spine to spine
Because the colors always mocked me
Taking everything that was mine
And as you spoke like clockwork
Every ghost, it came back up
Yeah you know, I will never have enough

Like a graduated cylinder
I stood straight with the grace of a tree
And as the volume ran up
I let it submerge me
But I hate re-watching movies
No I won't re-read my book
Just tell me that you might want to look

Like a burned out fire tamer
I watched your hues swim by so slow
You said it was nothing new
You said that's how your beauty showed
So I'll waste my spare change
I'll make a copper and silvered mosaic
Promise that you'll take me back.

Snape

My body is a submarine
I always sink between the lines
Yeah, my body is your submarine
Water seeping out of my sides
My body is an airplane
Armed with yellow oxygen masks
Hang their breath around your mouth
I would if you could ever ask

Drawstrings tied with desperate hearts
My sleeves are never safe
Shoelaces kept around spinning heads
My tongues have gone to waste
I keep bats in all of my pockets
To cover up my golden watch
I would write them anything
To feel a little less lost

My body holds an empty throat
And an exercise-junkie brain
It's ran around so many words
I just can't bring them back again
If my body was made of train tracks
I know you wouldn't lay me down
I know you wouldn't lay me down
Yeah, you couldn't lay me down.

"I like the way you touch me, it makes me feel like I have no skeleton"

I've seen your giraffe fingertips before
You're my millionth deja vu
I've dreamed backwards so many times
But the minute hands always land on you

And I could think for ever
Just about your monochromatic light
Or sing about your foggy eyes
Just to hear your nocturnal voice

I've thrown ashes off of burned bridges
And I've circled the catholic churches
I would wash the age lines off these hands
If you told me it wouldn't hurt

I love you with a lighter head
And I love when your sticky marbles look
Yeah, I know you store every recipe
Like a gypsy's old cookbook

I'll keep using my eyes like windmills
Your air around me like shattered rain
I'll hold my tongue like a yellow bird
I'll wait for you to be on again