VampiricGlitch

for Daniela Jara's 20th birthday on 6.21.04 three days from now she will rise up to the playground of angels fighter jets and zeppelins burst open the door translate her body into an equation of one–hundred twenty pounds moving nine–point–eight meters per second per second and tumble from heaven because she wants to taste the sky on her birthday this is the part of the poem where I should drop metaphors about falling in love with her or how she's already fallen from heaven once or something about shooting stars or glass ceilings but this isn't a love poem I said I would fall alongside her stretch out fingers to find her fa

Don't sell me funeral plots on late night television if the end is already in sight am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck, count to zero, smile, and cease? no keep your pills, in all their pretty colors: celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra keep them for scrabble keep your rogaine, your facelifts keep your death insurance keep your graveyard reservations hit me running. let me go down swinging make it a sport: give me a ten-minute head start and an obstacle course. place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field and whisper, "she wants to kiss you" target me on my feet dodging doomsday's in