Indy Nile
Poem
You’ll howl forever while I roll my eyes
Powered by a wind up switch
Sticking out of the back of my neck
Like a rogue bone
Twisted and supposed to rattle my voice box
But the ill painted ballerina pierced through my tongue does not sing
Supisd mechanical broken thing
Just rolls its eyes round and round
Like a marble loose in its head
And you
I think you vacuumed your eyes for me
Cause I hate it when you cry
So my heart beats downwards like there’s a kid inside
Incessantly bouncing his rubble ball against its floor
You vacuumed your eyes for me
Those red veins, the outline of lightning
Painted inside your eyelids
So you dream about storms
And I blink, I hate to blink
To dream of the veins scarring your arid eyes
You vacuumed your eyes for me
And I blink, I hate to blink
To dream of your veins
Coat my eyelashes in glue
Reaching up
No. I don’t think we look alike
You don’t look like me
And I wind up my misfit bone
But the painting ballerina does not sing
I only weep unblinkingly