into the breaking May 05, 2010 - 07:50 AM
hope for your happiness
a decent chap
with no taste
buns bronzed is all he cares
the simple things
like you
I wonder when the shoe drops
of others and illicit
realities altered
does he know?
or does he care?
ordinary hero
a child, like you
ill-mannered and gruff
unburdened
fire-breathing snot from left, then right
a shot in the dark
his aim is true.
Where will you raise your
hillbilly kids?
in Melrose, where the soulless go?
When will you yearn for the soul
the spirit and the flesh?
When will this turn full circle
inwards like a knife
gutted like so much trout
by clumsy blood-smeared
children's hands?
I look away entranced
my lover hangs in the air before me
a trapeze artist hologram
motes of dust in her illusion
she twirls before me
swaying to the circus tune.
I hanker, I lust
Don't invite me
to dinners without food
without drink
Do not toy
with heartstrings like kittens
beasts who play at death
Do not guilt yourself
on canceled play dates
with losers and the emasculated
I am waiting for the moment
a vision of you twirling
like a circus acrobat
- or a spider on a silk thread
I am waiting for a moment of wonder
the air still
the air trembling
anticipating your entrance
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