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Different
from Actually
Other Bears
Andrew Gaddess
The Firewood
1
The mountain-like clouds dissipate
and on the sunset buses and metros
you falling nimbus human being
your heavy water is too much to carryI watch the rain.
2
Every time the river is still
enough to reflect the stars I think,
"So the Milky Way is in high tide,"
and laugh at it all
heavy firewood on my back
on fire but never burning
face held like a star
on fire but never burning.
my smarmy tweets
(untitled)
cyberbully me
push me into an online swimming pool
verbally abuse me in habbo hotel
hack my runescape account
get me kicked in club penguin
tear out my virtual heart
and compress it into a single
polygon
then email it
bit by bit
pixel by pixel
to every single one of my gmail contacts
I'm only in love with bill murray the idea, not the
person maybe
welcome home,
the pancakes are done
and i imagine every
love story taking place
in a high rise hotel
room in tokyo
and bill murray is
involved somehow.
bill murray is
more beautiful
than everyone but
he might not be
close to as beautiful
as you are. i think
you are prettier
than bill murray.
yes no
and who forgot the good bye
#1
I want to get high with u
and kiss u lots
U have a very cute smile
U are very darling to me
All my cigarettes
are bent
and u remind me
of Earl Grey tea
I romanticize
fucking about u
When I am in
swimming I will
think about u like
how you think in
the water
When I'm eating Jell-O
I will think about
u like how you think
in Jell-O
all wavy and dreamylike
I am being held
in space
and I spoke to an
old man, he said,
"In space the
stars are held in
space. They are surrounded
by the void, it is
in front of them
and behind them.
#2
If there is a scorpion constellation I saw it tonight. It
looked like a big patch of blueberries way up in the
sky. I wonder if there is graveyard up there like down
here. Let's get comfy by the wood fire in the forest
cabin my grandfather owns and I will read 'Into the
Wild' by Jon Krakauer to u out loud. It will be very
"Fleet Foxes" of us. Folkies around the world will
cheer to us as I put down the novel and we begin to
kiss through my beard which I am working on. I aim
to look like Robin Pecknold by the time we open our
eyes and finish kissing. The fire will be old coals by
the time we stop kissing. The oil lanterns will be bone
#3
I wish there was a Halloween in the summer so
people would carve watermelons. We could give out
strawberries or flowers to the kids who'd stop by. We
could cut the strawberries in half to save money
There should be a designated day in November
where everybody has dimly lit dinner parties with
close friends. And we all drink wine and listen to
Norah Jones. The kids will go in the other room and
watch the King Kong movie with Jack Black, but one
of the kids in every house will be a bit too young and
get scared, and his mom will pet his orange hair
when he scurries out to her. She'll tell him it's just a
movie, it's okay. And at the end of the night everyone
will go home and I will put u up on the granite
counter top and kiss u like the kids are asleep. Then
we will cuddle like candles on the leather couch that
isn't that comfy but we bought to impress our friends.
Our flames will merge and separate, merge and
separate over and over as we stay still, dreaming of
Hawaii and how I sound sort of like Jack Johnson
when I sing to u. And in the summer we will carve
watermelons, and in the summer I will give u
strawberries and I won't even cut them in half.