“I Don’t Speak Cantonese”
Out of love and out of options
am I destined destined alone
khakis and blue jeans I organize my closet
anything to keep my mind off my mind
idle hands are a cutters playground
stare at the posters on my walls
who is she the oriental gazing out at nothing
holding fast to her cigarette and not grinning
words outline her picture but I don’t understand them
I don’t speak Cantonese
I watch from my box seats way up high
gaze at the spectacle below it’s my heart in the center ring
the main event of this twisted and backwards circus
the clowns roll out and unsheathe their blades
slice hack and cut at the ventricles and valves until the beating stops
and the true bleeding can truly begin
these wounds will remain undressed as I step out on the path
my heart left behind and my body steadily bleeding until I fall
and find a muse standing in front of the spot I last stood upon
her face warm and glowing quite the opposite of my pale complexion
I look up from my prone position and stare directly into her eyes
and her whisper fills my ears like black fills the night
she reaches down to take my hand and make disappear all I despise
then she puts a box in my hand and tells me she doesn’t have the key
because in that locked box sits my heart and she has been healing
healing it back to health as best as she can
so that maybe I would lend her the key and welcome her into my life
and now we both lay embraced in my room on my bed
staring at ceilings and walls that have words inscribed upon them
stare at the posters on my walls
who is she the oriental gazing out at nothing
holding fast to her cigarette and not grinning
words outline her picture but I don’t understand them
I don’t speak Cantonese
and my idle hands now break their slumber and caress her skin
as she breathes slowly in and out her chest rises and falls
her eyelids rise and expose her pretty blues to me
she inquires about the woman on my wall
stare at the posters on my walls
who is she the oriental gazing out at nothing
holding fast to her cigarette and not grinning
words outline her picture but I don’t understand them
I don’t speak Cantonese
I don’t speak Cantonese….
 
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