Detachment

attached
to the unattachable
i'm velcro on metal.
i'm the silver ball
in a pinball machine

waiting to get shot

into the air, like a cannon
only to find myself displaced
i am the loose astronaut
lost in space
waiting to collide into something huge
envelop me like a letter
that says all the right words
write me poetry instead of drawing me a blank
instead of this tired, empty space
dot your i's, bat your eyes if you have to
i won't think you're gay as long as you're looking at me
i can be the meanest son of a bitch you ever laid eyes on
or i can be warm, cuddly, vulnerable even

because these are the only times i let myself be vulnerable.
when i write, when i sing
when i reach for nothingness in the dark
trying to attach myself to my own detachment

p.s. i hate the way velcro sounds
it's like hearing people kiss

written on June 28, 2008

("p.s.
i hate the way velcro sounds
it's like hearing people kiss"
haha, too true
Posted by gabe on 28 Jun 08 Saturday - 12:10 PM)

(so, you wrote this on my birthday.
was it after you went home???
p.s.s.....i like the way velcro sounds, its bare feet rubbing on the carpet that gets me.
p.s.s.s..... i have seen you w/ a velcro wallet.....hmmmm
Posted by Ashlee on 31 Jul 08 Thursday - 2:29 AM)