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.
taking off your strings does not make you a real boy.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
collaboration
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