'Bones', written and performed by Luka Lesson. There are 206 bones in our bodies and mine are just like yours but I’ll be white ochre if I want to I’ll bleached by sun and soaked by sand if I want to I’ll be eaten and reclaimed decomposed and desired if I want to There are 22 bones in my feet and I’ve named them after the poets who have walked before me I will burn if I need to be dust if I choose to desire smoke signals of yesterday reminisce in my own future I will be a figment of my own imagination if I choose to I will be rubble .drift wood .dead weight .dead set .dead end dead poet’s society There are 206 bones in my body and each one will be fine bone china tea cup discussions of what could have been use my fibula to mark the chalk outline of what went wrong reform my skeleton into a shape of something you think you can come to terms with like how did he? why did we? why wasn’t there? when was it? why didn’t we? There are 40 litres of water in our bodies but most of us still can’t find a fucking flow I will build a dam if I want to I’ll build a river an estuary a lake I will build a tear duct the width of your mother’s face I will not let her tell me we can’t hear your voice anymore I can’t hear your voice any more than my own sometimes My heart up all day and I know you know what that means I know you miss me but I wish you’d missed And I’m not ready to shoot the breeze with you .not ready to fall with you .not ready to flow .not ready to go .not ready to be that bold with you just yet .not ready to decompose disintegrate or dissolve I’m not ready to feed the dirt just yet as a poet we’re only ever respected once we’re dead so I guess I’m not ready for fame just yet beats me I’d rather be anonymous - but breathing Alive - in secret a “bad poet” but livid average but dealing with it I’d rather be another number than a statistic there is a difference I’m not ready to fall just yet There are one thousand miles of veins in our bodies and I’ve given each vein a name so when I’m gone you still can’t use my name in vain And there are 36 breaths in this poem that I may have never taken and they are the best shit that I ever wrote
Production Year: 2015
Duration: 3 min
Series: Poems by Luka Lesson
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