Good afternoon, internetfolk. I don’t really feel like talking about much today so I thought I’d introduce you to one of my favorite poets. His name is David Bardaji and he was in my graduating class in high school. He’s secretly a fantastic writer. I have two of his poems because I published them in my high school lit mag, and I thought I’d post one. Do yall like it? Want to see the other? Let me know!
Tell me what you want to hearIt is what I think but fear,Allow me to question if it is what we’re meant to beDo I want to reach that apple in the peach tree?Do I want to come down from the sour cloud,To open wounds while I count delicate hairs in your eyebrowsDo not hide them under the poresTheir presence will not disturb me, of this I’m sureDo not put on a mask to sleepSo when we awake I’ll taste you sweet.My apple, you impregnate your taste up highDon’t refine your pulp for when the rain falls from the sky.Twinkle, my loveShine but do it aboveLet me stareBut remain as a prayerDo not let me make you fadeI touch you but the splendor becomes opaque.Mermaid your voice sounds like a celestial chordBut I’ll tie myself to my boat, travel to the horizon, and pray to the lordPlease do not let me learn how to play your vocal chordsIt will only shatter my glass thin soul and bring me back to black blinding horror