i am
time. eyes. deep sighs.
light. lavender. worldly scavenger.
drive. sing. broken wing.
porch. laughter. morning after.
pale. unclean. in-between.
night. rain. uncontained.
jump. fall. paperdoll.
i am...
she takes a bow
but without those golden locks to tumble down over her face
you can see that her eyes are glazed over
she is somewhere else
anywhere other than here
bring her home to me
that's what her mother prays at night
but it has nothing to do with physical distance
and they both know that
it's just that... she's fading
tell me how it is
pretty things are
pretty scarce these days
like lazing outstretched with your feet propped
and your heart at home
let it be known that these legs, parted, could divide oceans
red sea potions drip from me
the body's waste
until new life takes a taste
thirsty for it's own chance...
emancipate me from this role
i walk crookedly in heels
they steal individuality from the next young thing
rip at her saunter with a biting sting
ushering those long legs this way and that
drown me in a vat of american patriotism
"fuck feminism," he says as he mounts that short-haired liberal
push/pull
you can stop now i'm full
each coming night
dulled yet distinctive
my senses know well enough
that this spiked remedy
is all it's shell knows of to slow life and mind down
come sit with me.
we'll slur our words
and smile some
calmed yet creative
my energy knows well enough
that this bitter beverage
is all these hands reach for when life and mind clutter
come laze with me.
we'll skirt around the obvious
and sing gently