The Nostalgia Cage

The inaudible earthquake shattered the glass birdcage,
sulfur acid tongues and liquid leukimia
spilled through its shards of pearlescent tranquility
like a madman raging through parting currents

The corners of your mouth drip
blue, black, gold --
painting meteorshowers on moist skin

Watercolor anarchy.

Melt.
Melt.
Melt.

breaking--parting--dissolving

trickling down parted thighs
next to arching heels and curled toes

Sandpaper hands met dirty bottle caps
in layers of dirt and rock --
we dug through memories
of little toy chests
filled with coupons and condoms
dolls and dollars
nostalgia and neglect

Building our own fantasy island, our own castle in the sky
with fruit juice kisses and chocolate-covered fingertips
glossy lips and stickers
Neverland never tasted so good

(Maybe if it was Wonderland, you'd be happier?)

Catching butterflies in paper cups,
moths in tin cans --
if we closed our eyes we could
pretend we were in there
only we never did,
because we always were

And we're never gonna get out.




I'll never let you get out.