Wednesday, May 26, 2010

little miss diversion

You break my madness up
into pieces
you break it up
only then can I swallow
only then can I stomach it
What you allow
is up to me
anything, anywhere
I am a primordial god
aching with creative power
aching with words
I can only keep to myself
You eat from my fingers
tender and lovingly
whatever I choose
For the longest time
I believed you held fast
to the horns of power
but today I see
how weak you've become
I want to
lift you up
so we can see
eye to eye
So we can place
hand in hand
Let me stitch myself
into your soul
let me show you
what it means
to live and die
Your bright eyes and
your unrehearsed smile
only serve to throw my switches
What is it you intend to gain?
Ha
you intend nothing at all
there is no bluff
no secret power play
It's just me
and my naked imagination
staring longingly after you
I square off
only with myself
my sweaty prints
have been left clumsily
all over your images
You left hastily
you were always in flight
I'm left to bite down
on the leather strap
It's time for surgery
rid me of my disease
Cut off the offending hands
gouge out the offending eyes
Make me clean again
clean like an autumn sky
clean like a newborn
clean like the open plains
or the forest floor
Shower me with kerosene
burn me to my core
there is nothing more
to be learned from this
endless stream of diversion.

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