• Luka Lesson - Bones

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    Words by Luka Lesson - http://www.lukalesson.com.au
    Score by Jordan Thomas Mitchell - http://jordanmitchellmusic....
    Video Created by: Claudia Sangiorgi Dalimore - https://vimeo.com/claudiasa...
    Additional footage by: Nigel Raynard - http://uniqueimages.com.au

    Download Bones audio from: http://lesson.bandcamp.com



    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
    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
    me 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

    I’d rather be anonymous - but breathing
    Alive - in secret
    a “bad poet”
    but livid
    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
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