Sometimes I don't write this
because the words that come out
aren't pretty enough
to keep.
If you write about Flowers
they will put it in a book
on a shelf
in a library
and maybe they will never be read
but they will live there.
If you give somebody Flowers
they will just die.
And I guess when I don't write this
it's because what I'm (not) writing
isn't about Flowers
it's just:
-Flowers-
It's like how all the great poems about Sex
are not:
-Fuck-
or
-Desire-
but they are about Peaches
and therefore about
Fuck
and
Desire
And I get it.
I do.
We all respect the primordial
the raw
the primal
the lived
the overwhelming verbness of being.
But that's not what words are.
We know what a gift it is to:
LAUGH
or
ORGASM
But
-Laugh-
and
-Orgasm-
are not poems
that you can read.
Hold
-Laugh-
and
-Orgasm-
in your hand
with your eyes
and you will neither be
nor do
nor know them.
You need something beautiful to take you there.
So when I'm not writing this
it's because I can't find the "word vessels"
that bring you to Laugh
Or the obscuring syntax
that somehow is the journey
to Orgasm
I am not writing this
because I can't make you
Smile
or
Cum
with my Nakedness
Because I can't write my Nakedness
because my Nakedness is not words
and because not words are not pretty
and not words can't take you to the Nakedness
that words create
Because if I had words
Sex would be Peaches
and Commitment would be An Aging Tree Forever Giving and Seeking Comfort & Sustenance
and Love would be Rain
But I have not fallen in Rain
and I do not measure this in inches
and my heart may be brimming
but the banks of the rivers are not
I'm not writing this
because if I wrote this
I would write
-Love-
and it would be the turth
but no one would know it
because it would not be beautiful
because it would not be words
because it would not be mystic lies
that made Love
out of syllables
Yes:
-Love-
that's the truth
but I can't write it
and I don't wish to lie.
