Firing snaps

Firing snaps

A Poem by Jean-Pierre Garcia
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Wasted around a campfire

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felt nothing while you were out of your mind
held you down after you hefted an ax
like a badass
a powerful woman
I should watch myself around you
You were drunk flailing to be free in the spit fire
on the ground rolling in the mud
cutting sticks and sticking them in your bra
Safe
keeping you that way was all that mattered
Liar
Holding you like that
lying to myself lying awake in my single tent
the colorful 6x10 teasing childs toy kept from a decade ago
the fire is mine a second time, started up quicker before
noggin to noggin
oceans in eyes
gone and you're wasted but you're in my arms and I can't think about that
keeping you safe
Didn't want to hold you back
rather not listen to the crowd whispering happpiness
dancing instead in dizzy circles
holding up the courage to hold on
but you reach for everyone else too and we watch
closely like a creep everrryday but this time it's ok
birthday presents aside 
reading what I haven't yet
giving something I'm not finished with
And the song is in the mail
Later you stopped by hair straight
purple leggings and sweater,
sinking with a flattened matte
you watched video games and said good bye
i kept listening for post to post
marked by the next time to howl
past the moon and with every kiss on the cheek
by the women wary of my movements
promising five second restrictions
You wanted to touch the ceiling before
this time the stars weren't enough
you'd rather float along the sky
we'd tell you you were
you didn't believe us
you kept worrying about the one who didn't make it
and how much you drank, you couldn't remember
what was it, you couldn't remember
and that musyt be bad
listerine cool to temper the synapsing crackle in your head
buzzing in a state of bees circling the drain ditch,
we didn't know about the well
and we lost the flashlight 
piggybacking the dark

© 2011 Jean-Pierre Garcia


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Jean-Pierre Garcia
Jean-Pierre Garcia

Seattle, WA



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I'm a gnomic meanderer. I have just the right amount of neuroticism to lock myself in my room to write, but somehow have faked myself out of it by writing on the go or for the student newspaper I wo.. more..

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