taking off your strings does not make you a real boy.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

collaboration

for what is a miracle
                     when i’m nothing but this.. As i’m
                         drying out
                                            my pastel powder, scattering
                          my heart to every corner
     of this place
                                         but i’m rearranging my body
                     into this candle as candelabra
                                          is quaintly a wick made
                                                       of something
                                                       we can’t quite define (take a breath) .....
                               and on your package,
              they’ve
     reassured
  to one particular mass,
  to one particular audience,
    unto one particular people
               and set to divide up the stage
                                                                 as the dance
                                                                                     floor folds itself up
                                  into a paper swan
                         and flies unto the night with
                                                          my love letter on its wings that
                                                              your non-toxic candor
                                is ready to mark up the stratosphere
     however, little one however,
                                                             I’m ready just quite,
                                                  and prepared for combat when i say
                                 i’m not apt to judge
           anything from another
         but non-toxic is relative,
                if you’re talking einstein and the speed
                                 of your heart is half-hearted as I’ve stepped onto the
                                      scene just in
                                      time for all
                                      three kids in my
                       teacup to
          eat you
 alive.

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