Lagrangian Points

Lagrangian Points

A Poem by Michael Sabino
"

Don't bother with this one.

"
Let's just stay this way
until our lips are dry and gray
we can drop my petrified heart
into a drawer full of pills

in a pile of leaves
i just found a girl
who's basically
a blond version of you

i don't think about you anymore
i'm not even sure who this is for

i need to be rocked to sleep
what a terrible feeling
when the room is spinning
and you're not even awake to see

the kaleidoscope of pharmaceuticals

the dizzy blisters
that crown our nerves
her sweat is filling my lungs
she's tugging at my telomeres

CHANGE THESE F*****G SHEETS
BEFORE THE CLOTS FORM
LET'S TURN OUR FACES INSIDE OUT
BRITTLE AS THE BISMUTH
WE USED TO PAINT OUR STOMACH
THEY ARE CLOTTING IN NEON AND THAT S**T IS HARD TO CONCEAL
IT'S HARD AS F**K TO REMOVE YOU

your heart looks like
the fingerprinted glass door
of a pediatrician's office

there are about 100 trillion cells in the human body and around 90% of them are human cells the rest are various microbes with which our relationship is symbiotic
we all just keep each other alive
in neon all of the neon neon neon

hello Samara
now you say Hello

Hello.

do you remember how i wished
for the longest arms in the world
so i could stretch miles down to Brazil
and
no
nope
no
now i'm getting erratic
and this is why I didn't
want to start writing again
because i need so desperately to believe that the truth is boring
the truth is stale
i'd like to keep it that way

Hello.

June 2012-December 2012 I was fine.

March 2013-July 2013 I was fine.

March 2014-June 2014 I was fine.

I even told my mother about you.

© 2014 Michael Sabino


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Added on October 30, 2014
Last Updated on October 30, 2014
Tags: Rant, manic rage, temporary, relapse, fixation, miss you

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Michael Sabino
Michael Sabino

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