Treasure Island

Brice Maiurro

(July 19th,1988 / Colorado Springs, CO)

Drunk At Leela's


two girls in leopard print chairs
arguing arguments over pbrs
there's three guys smoking out front
these couches are older than any of us
the loud anger bang music is soft
beneath the sound of
actual fucking conversation
a plate of bones
tilted ketchup bottle
i can feel denver's heart pounding
these tables bring together lost souls
for reality meetings
fifteen naked lunches
at 10: 30 pm on a tuesday night
michael sells buttons and books
glass pane windows
expose the television of flashlight city
the lights glare as the whiskey roars
and i am happy
at peace
desirous of nothing all at once
listening to nirvana
enter a man in a cloak
enter the song of flashlight city
the invisible doorman
shoos away the nazis
hitler crying in the gutters
his make up running
he just wants a friend
we all just want a friend
leela is mine
she yaps music i've never heard before in my ear
some band that's first album was better
she hugs me warm when the lights of flashlight city are dim
she takes my coat for me
kisses me, a humble peck on my chapped lips
and we dance
we dance like homecoming soldiers make love
like painters paint
like graffiti artists run
and i am tweedle dee tweedle dum couldn't be happier
running the blazing sun flowers into the arms of a
woman who listens to every word we say

i finish my drink

there is laughter echoing into heaven in this house
i feel justified in this horny asylum of color
where you can come and go as you please
i feel justified
as i lay my innocent head upon leela's naked breasts
and i can hear her heart beat

a heart that says
'i'm alone in here
but i want to be free
i want to hug strangers
i want to inject life simultaneously into all of my
vains breaching the gates that lead to infinity
in the hyperbolic playground of existence'

that is what leela's heart says
we match tempos
and set aflame together

i too am a heart
in the hand of denver
rocked to stasis by the world's axis

leela,
baby,
i want to have your children
fill the photo frames of forever with me
please
at least
a cup of coffee?

Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 01, 2012

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