03-29-2015, 05:05 PM
Edit:
She asked me why I said I didn’t know.
Her futile jaw is moving, but she’s won.
This mode of speaking leaves our words undone.
I want to throw my loafers at the crows
who caw as if I were her only woe.
I do not think there is a rising sun
or one that sets we are both skeletons.
We play our petty scenes of strife below.
Why do you wear those penny loafers here?
You will track dirt inside our satin bed.
This feud will ebb and fade and reappear.
We were so promptly lowered to be wed.
I think she’s there, but I don’t have an ear.
We are so unsure when we’re living dead.
Original:
A fondness is more lasting than the sun
Or the ennui of a limb-down autumn.
I raise an unknown woman, Mrs. Snow,
Bring flesh-tone blushes to the skeleton,
Of her, that trash-bag full of jumbled dun.
The eye-holes of the skull in-hand now glow
With neon flashlight shined inside the nose,
And now it seems the seasons are undone.
You look so lovely with your headdress on.
The quetzal feathers that I bought last week
Accentuate your cheekbones when it’s donned.
I’m sorry that I didn’t fix the leak,
But now my melancholy has withdrawn,
And it will only take a couple tweaks.
She asked me why I said I didn’t know.
Her futile jaw is moving, but she’s won.
This mode of speaking leaves our words undone.
I want to throw my loafers at the crows
who caw as if I were her only woe.
I do not think there is a rising sun
or one that sets we are both skeletons.
We play our petty scenes of strife below.
Why do you wear those penny loafers here?
You will track dirt inside our satin bed.
This feud will ebb and fade and reappear.
We were so promptly lowered to be wed.
I think she’s there, but I don’t have an ear.
We are so unsure when we’re living dead.
Original:
A fondness is more lasting than the sun
Or the ennui of a limb-down autumn.
I raise an unknown woman, Mrs. Snow,
Bring flesh-tone blushes to the skeleton,
Of her, that trash-bag full of jumbled dun.
The eye-holes of the skull in-hand now glow
With neon flashlight shined inside the nose,
And now it seems the seasons are undone.
You look so lovely with your headdress on.
The quetzal feathers that I bought last week
Accentuate your cheekbones when it’s donned.
I’m sorry that I didn’t fix the leak,
But now my melancholy has withdrawn,
And it will only take a couple tweaks.

