Tangles/Tendrils from Horticulture & Horology by Horticulture & Horology

there's a fly in the parlor
there's a box by the bed
full of pistons and pens
for the author's mechanical limbs
there's a light in the attic
there's a casket for two
in the middle of the room
there are lilacs growing up from the shoes
we lay like a landscape pressed against the tide
my skull was sloshing with half a bottle of wine
and the moons in my eyes pulled
your chest to my cheek in waves
rhythmically
it felt like love I almost said
and you just barely didn't
I'm picking pennies off of the floor
I'm picking pennies out of my pockets
I'm picking cigarettes out of your pockets
and making smoke rings
with the man in the mirror

You say you think that you'll never write again
and, "How uncanny it all is,
but there's a certain beauty to the passing of a moment."
maybe we're better braided together,
maybe we're best left asleep in the back of my car.
I need some time to unbind my limbs again
the world looks a little less real through the windshield
I wanna go with you like a photo in your wallet
or dance in the tangles of tendrils
floating out the corner of your mouth
licking at your lungs then slipping out

I saw you sitting on your chimney with your coat coated in carbon
you were running for the train but it had already departed
now your licking at your ashtray got your tongue all coated in carbon
brought your body to your brain but it had already departed
we are full of springs and sprockets
we are full of springs and sprockets
wind me up, put me in your pocket
my mouth's overflowing with teath and talking

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