??مونده تا ۱۰۰ تایی

salamander
Get out of my blood, salamander!
I can’t seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head.
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood to San Pedro.
And yet, everywhere I go, it seems there you are,And there I am.
I don’t want to sell my stories anymore, stop pushing me.
Some stories aren’t meant to be sold.
Some words aren’t meant to be told.
I want to leave them underneath the nightstand to be forgotten
or remembered should my thoughts come upon them in the middle of the night after a long beach day Or by you, some afternoon, to thumb through by your warm after-work hands
I love u
But you don’t understand me
I’m a real poet
My life is my poetry
My love making is my legacy
My thoughts are about nothing,
and beautiful, and for free
You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated
and that makes them beyond human reach
Untouchable, safe, otherworldy
Unable to be deciphered or metabolised
Something metaphysical
Like a view of the sea on a summer day
on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window.
A thing perfect, and ready to become a part
of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal
Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals plague.

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