giddy on fire

giddy’s been spending all her time near the fire lately

but that part is easy to explain

slow burning

amped up

 

her brain does it easy

the fading light of the Back Then

melted in a spoon with the thrashing nights

it blends together until his head in her lap

coming down

is bright and it burns

her back against the garage door

his blue eyes red with premature aging

slow dying

white tshirts black jeans

until he’s in flames and gone

until she’s holding smoke and writing letters that won’t be answered

 

it blends together with friday nights in the barn

band practice in the basement

clumsy love on a dirty black futon

 

it blends and burns and giddy remembers when she was she

when she was nineteen and…

giddy was giddy once

giddy was free

but always in the arms of disaster

 

Back Then

back when giddy was she despite disaster and

the sky was partly cloudy but mostly blue

back then she was sunshine and bliss

now it’s all manmade white and gray and she searches for god along the highway

she searches for water and wind but

at 9am the jets appear

leave white scars along the horizon

slash the sun and zigzag back

giddy can’t help but remember

 

puffy white cuts laid out with precision on the end table

she’d sit like ice and watch him breathe it gone

that was before the jets

she sets them alight in her mind but they don’t come careening

like the rest of them did

she longs for disaster

remembers other white scars

 

giddy sits by the fire these days to forget

to drag out every old scene

playing on loops on the ceiling at night

white faces, then red, then blue

 

giddy thinks of america

how american they were

and how like america to go up in flames

she pulls those scenes out and destroys them

 

but Back Then

back when giddy was pure light and blushing

back when he asked her

before disaster

revealed itself in stolen bills, dirty spoons

Back Then it was golden

pure stillness and fall leaves

 

giddy smells summer charcoal

winter defeat

 

giddy’s been thinking a lot about renewal

of phoenixes and other myths of survival

 

giddy sits in the arms of disaster

like always

but he doesn’t hold her back

 

 

 

 

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~ by youngskeletons on January 23, 2012.

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