Get out of here

By tmanzano

He scars when our suns
set behind us, waiting on me
to put it out to the pinch of my saliva.

He smells of urine and plums
like merlot you find in busy alleys.
No one ever thought he was worth their cellars
but the aging.

He stands while he walks
like sweaters in the summer -

pushed only by the wind, beaten down
between his thrusting gasps.

I can only see him now
when he aches in his feet
like lamed pigeons
feeding him my seeds -

Or when he throws up
the colors of his feelings
under my table 
as I swing a broom at him.

You could have loved him too
but it would take you making his beds
of semen stained face.

He could touch you
with his wilting eyes
but only to change out his hands
on your cheeks one by one
to warm them

I will go to where he is tomorrow
somewhere under something -

make him bacon-ants. 

He curls under the searing heat
of oil and magnification.

I can look away from him, guilt free.

Soon it will be cold again.
He will splinter in the dryness of me.
His hair will collect along the baseboards 
and break into needles.

He will let me send him out
into the nooks of tall buildings
where he will weather in pools
of dehydrated skin - 

scaring in the sun, across cement oceans of me -

pretending I don’t know him. Pointing out into our abyss.

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Copyright 2017 tmanzano
Published on Tuesday, May 2, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • dwells On Sunday, May 7, 2017, dwells (5700)By person wrote:

    A severe and starkly surreal examination of self; as more pet-like than personable perhaps TM. A clever device, effective as both a simile, and apology perhaps. Cheers! - Dan

  • tmanzano On Friday, May 19, 2017, tmanzano (229)By person wrote:

    as astute as always.. bravo sir.

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Thursday, May 4, 2017, TropicalSnowstorm (1791)By person wrote:

    This is an excellent piece! The imagery is so vivid, this was alive. Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • tmanzano On Thursday, May 4, 2017, tmanzano (229)By person wrote:

    Exceptionally humbled Storm... thank you.

  • Maladroit On Thursday, May 4, 2017, Maladroit (298)By person wrote:

    He isn't you. He isn't within you. These ghosts, though, relentlessly linger... but, how could we respect them if they weren't as committed?

  • tmanzano On Thursday, May 4, 2017, tmanzano (229)By person wrote:

    I have missed you. Yes, I know, but he is still with me.

  • Maladroit On Thursday, May 4, 2017, Maladroit (298)By person wrote:

    You know how to find me... never forget that

  • tmanzano On Thursday, May 4, 2017, tmanzano (229)By person wrote:

    Never have. Never will.

  • Queazenart On Thursday, May 4, 2017, Queazenart (237)By person wrote:

    The language, be it figurative or literal, and all the unique imagery makes this a very difficult piece to digest- I've had to read it several times over the past two days to try to comprehend it. The thing that seems clear (to me at least) is a strong sense of moving on. The sun is setting behind the speaker and this unnamed male figure as they head out into their abyss- Death for one and life for the other, maybe. The rest is left up to the individual reading it to decipher, I guess. It's great to see something new from you. I hope you stick around for a while.

  • tmanzano On Thursday, May 4, 2017, tmanzano (229)By person wrote:

    Read into perfectly. Thank you Q. Always appreciated.

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