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i bruise me easily with grace

throw the next gesture
chant by night
for our new messy dream
brush above pencil figures
laugh at me and my monkey impression
pop!  goes my pop up ballet
an original masterpiece
of glorious flame
colored in wild blue
covered me in
mad
drips of color covered glow

you can light or shadow
blend or blur
take or make the fold
it’s all up to you
you chooooose
me
or
ooze me
all over city street
and concrete static
use me
with each passing face
jumping beds and bones
lose me
somewhere
without a trace
between the sheets
of strangers
i
bruise me
easily
…with grace
refrain
recall
it means everything to me
and nothing at all

recline to form
use me down to nothing
as i build- to pieces
not built -to last
i rewind  -in movement
double fast
you move right through me
with your mind
and print me out in copies
with your call

paint me open
and pour me in
nothing
shut out
nothing
but the absolute feel
made to steal
made for show
package me up
nice and pretty
finish me off
with a bow
i am flesh candy
frantic and absurd
almost never together
with you
fly me off to the next
dream
i go
amuse me less
but my monkey more

 

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artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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