{"id":2434,"date":"2014-04-21T18:53:37","date_gmt":"2014-04-21T18:53:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2434"},"modified":"2014-04-24T01:52:59","modified_gmt":"2014-04-24T01:52:59","slug":"nicholas-karavatos-april-2014","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/nicholas-karavatos-april-2014\/","title":{"rendered":"Nicholas Karavatos, April 2014"},"content":{"rendered":"

Conspiracy Theories<\/b><\/p>\n

><\/span><\/p>\n

I felt a strong curtain come down<\/p>\n

Inside me. It was a good run.<\/p>\n

Fifteen years. Strike that set.<\/p>\n

We have a new stage<\/p>\n

To craft.<\/p>\n

What a relief you didn\u2019t tell me to<\/p>\n

Tear my heart off<\/p>\n

My sleeve and shove it<\/p>\n

Back down<\/p>\n

My throat where it<\/p>\n

Belongs.<\/p>\n

Singling:<\/i><\/p>\n

Can\u2019t get own without being else\u2019s<\/p>\n

…………………………….<\/span>back away here from where are<\/p>\n

getting the getter gets<\/p>\n

……………………………………<\/span>never promise seems to be<\/p>\n

then gone seem else\u2019s own.<\/p>\n

…………………………….<\/span>Different loves me all<\/p>\n

have and will and it<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span>the broken string I have not<\/p>\n

fixed all weekend on my guitar<\/p>\n

………………………<\/span>can feel it broken<\/p>\n

in me and the music.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

1. The Story of Our Romance? She Dreams of Me and then Writes:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We were flying this 6-seater plane into Damascus<\/p>\n

& you put it on autopilot & went into the bathroom.<\/p>\n

I kept yelling for you.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The wingtip hit a building and sheared off<\/p>\n

so I flew it & it crashed into this river.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You were all bloody & wild-eyed.<\/p>\n

I tried to hug you but you backed away & said, \u201cWhy\u2019d you do it?\u201d<\/p>\n

You thought I crashed the plane on purpose!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We yelled a whole bunch & I suddenly realized my bags were gone<\/p>\n

and then I was yelling, \u201cFuck you, Nick, I\u2019m going shoe shopping!\u201d<\/p>\n

It was pretty exciting.<\/p>\n

Besides the bathroom incident, you were a good pilot.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Klamath was the river flowing through Damascus<\/p>\n

& the water was cold.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

2. Without a Word after All These Years, Siena Dreams of Me and Writes:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nick is a world famous guitarist living penniless<\/p>\n

but happy on the streets of Moscow.<\/p>\n

It is winter so he shacks<\/p>\n

up with heiresses at night but<\/p>\n

they kick Nick out in the morning.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

3. After Our Secret Berkeley<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Back in San Francisco<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lisa sits in my window smoking<\/p>\n

Almost all night<\/p>\n

Then says,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNow<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You need to let me sit on your lap,\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In just her skirt & shirt<\/p>\n

Since our hot<\/p>\n

Tub<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

After Caf\u00e9 Nomad.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Now\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 almost<\/p>\n

Another day.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

4. Brunch<\/p>\n

Tearing off
\nLeila\u2019s under
\ngarments make
\na morning
\nafter shop
\nping date.<\/p>\n

5. That\u2019s a Bitch of a Romance<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I forget to fuck<\/p>\n

You at night. I<\/p>\n

Fall asleep.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Everywhere at the Festival yesterday, I<\/p>\n

Kept seeing people who used to be there.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No time for losers \u2018cause<\/p>\n

We are the eyes of the world.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Covet my neighbor\u2019s<\/p>\n

Enemy as myself.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Heaven is a snore, or less.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Re-entry\u2019s<\/p>\n

Rug burn.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The muscle<\/p>\n

Pulled itself, said<\/p>\n

The pill.<\/p>\n

It hurts but I still have to fuck you.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIf only you\u2019d do it for free \/ I\u2019d give you everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

6. The Bad Poem:<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I look into my coffee cup \/ I look into your pupils \/ both are black, round \/ and when I speak \/ I pour \/ and both grow pale \/ as my courage.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Some text in this poem had previously appeared in poems published by Sukoon and Horror, Sleaze, Trash.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Conspiracy Theories > I felt a strong curtain come down Inside me. It was a good run. Fifteen years. Strike that set. We have a new stage To craft. What a relief you didn\u2019t tell me to Tear my heart off My sleeve and shove it Back down My throat where it Belongs. Singling: Can\u2019t […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2434","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\nNicholas Karavatos, April 2014 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/nicholas-karavatos-april-2014\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Nicholas Karavatos, April 2014 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Conspiracy Theories > I felt a strong curtain come down Inside me. It was a good run. Fifteen years. Strike that set. We have a new stage To craft. 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