Departures - Poem by Isaac Riddler
i love you and i'm writing to tell you i'm leaving.
expression all steel fury and closed eyes,
climbing staircases towards the sky
aptly spelled incorrectly to fool your father's tries
my teeth betray my persuasion; despite myself i remain
forever dog toothed.
Whether sleep is a man i should nurse,
old addictions add insult to injury.
i imagine stewardesses sculpted entirely of heroin laughing
at my sweet tooth
at your self proclaimed nihility
i feel i should tell you I slept on the aeroplane.
i thought only of bicycles, spoons, swingsets,
and you, of course.
the smell of metal oxides are alive.
blindness, i find, becomes my modus vivendi
whether by request or by proxy.
adherence to it's patterns reshape the days into the mandelbrot sets whose
taste reminds me our unlimited foolishness.
you won't recognise them like you won't recognize my motions,
constellations disguised to falsely befriend fear and dissonance:
fight me: i'm yours to devour.
when we sleep together i will lift your eyelids open.
you will think me strange but i wish you to see what i shall not.
desperately i wish to be witnessed before i disappear into the brine.
before the tongues of this spite consume me.
i don't need vision to see where i am with you.
my step is sure.
this conflagration is what remains of my soul,
and the heat that it generates is where they feed.
i am hungry, and i am weary from feeding them.
i love you, and i'm writing to tell you i'm leaving
for an unwritten city made of steel and longing
deep above the sea.
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