celestial morons

*

let's watch the stars drown in the sea tonight.
let's watch the ground quake; when the trees rip away it's bliss.
their roots sway like chandeliers over our heads: marble floors and dusky candlelight.
we live for catastrophe--when the clouds rumble we feel
as if we're stringing eternity through our fingers.
i'm drunk on adrenaline; your voice sends my heart strolling down suburban alleyways where
graffiti's all neon like the stars on your lips.
i watch your words fall, and i wordlessly embrace them.

"i'll hold your heart to the granite, so when the constellations fall,
we'll be the chains that keep them gravitated.
let's dig a grave for all those corpses that the sky flings our way tonight. we can build atomic bombs out of hatred."

i forgot myself in greed. i forgot myself in lust.
i think i fell in love with you as you fell for yourself.
and yet i stand by your side as we watch the stars collide. they sprint like runners down a highway--
fireworks in a cage.
the world whispers over our heads, and the screams of people are the symphonies that
adorn our sky-way halls.

it's pure beauty and it's ours, i think. we'll build the world again. a world of detonations and missiles and faux-sympathies. the stars will be our windows--waxy splatters in the dark, but i could watch the suns gleam forever from behind your eyelids.

"let's blow our hearts to bits," you say. "Come, let's watch them fray; watch them clatter and shake like atoms that fall apart.
let's rip through the sky with electron grenades. we can tear away the heavens and glue them to your ceiling.
we're celestial morons, celestial mistakes. we're stars pinned to the ground, and every heartbeat is an atomic bomb thrum-thrumming and whir-whirring and streaking through the silence."

your sighs are mushroom clouds, darling, didn't you know? your sighs are mushroom clouds and your words are like radioactive spirals trekking through my skin. your power pervades me, but i wouldn't dare call it my own. i'll listen to you, darling.

i'm in love, you know.

"you say that like it's a mushroom cloud of its own."

**

we tear at the world, lightyears streaming through the tarmac. we tear at the world and all the exhaust fumes tear away at our minds. i spin wheels out of this hatred, you cough up smoke and i'm too tired to wipe away the tears that fall like rivers of fire to the dust.

we're watching the stars drown in the sea tonight.
every day we live is an apocalypse of its own.
we're watching the ground quake; when the trees rip away it feels like
the earth's clattering our bones against glassy mezzanines.
their roots sway like gravestones, epitaphs above our heads.
atomic bombs shred and shear--catastrophe lives to kill.

"let's string eternity through our fingers," you whisper. "let's make mistakes. let's live and let's fade. what's the point in trying, if trying means failing?"

i watch the words fall from your lips, and they frighten me.

the world is a gymnasium of mottled blue sky. the world is an arc: we are not architects. these comets splay overhead and you can grasp onto their split ends, but you'll frizzle and you fry, and experience knows it.
we're celestial morons, celestial mistakes. sometimes i think we're stranded on an iceberg, and we're not celestial at all. we're sprawled out on this earth, like rolling red dunes on dead Mars. we can't create, and we're falling through the sky a million times over.

i watch your lips part, i watch the words die. i watch you stand and shrivel and it makes me realize.
your sighs are mushroom clouds without atomic bombs.
circles have no beginnings, but they do have ends.

an atomic bomb drops from my lips and the atoms fly.
i was in love, you know.

"you say that like it's an atomic bomb of its own."