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ash smudged on the page
fits your perfect face
picture perfect for a
clown working in the medical field.
She knows the routine
works on it as an act
Next sketch, next scene.
I've left a couple things ill-matched,
like the fact I'm almost always tripping.
Broke a porcelain possibility in the process,
I'm failing to process
what is right
when you talk to me from up there.
If you're so worth it,
then how come no one has captured you?
A moth to a butterfly,
pinned to frame.
You're still free while I'm a sad cliche,
paper mache, aeroplane
watch me crash on the side of the sea
uncounted with all the beauty he sees.
God I wish it was me,
I make a wish on your powder it was.
It was. It was. It was!!!!!!!
Don't block my light, I need that to take my mind
somewhere safer.
Don't hog the light, I'm trying my best.
Dragonflies' bite right around
the borderline stationary,
a note I write to you when you have forgotten all about me.
When you all have,
evidence that I was mad.
Evidence that I am bad,
bitter,
the evil that forces you
to see it better

Back from the bridge
he sits in the middle
the very possibility,
what could he want?
When I need to go home and pet my dog
An inner longing
for the things I can control,
close to almost being
being it just almost.
So close I can taste the
light in the house that keeps you from sinking.
In you boat of pirated good,
I'm in a different one
if you count a door-frame.
It works just the same past
basketball courts monsoons blocked off
Long legged john lacragrin
when
leeches finally leave
welts