flipped star |
I observed you from an altitude
that was odylic and mesmerizing
got lost in the clouds, fantasizing
went so high I got the bends
and struggled to stay awake
I couldn't remain there, had to take
this nimbosity (verbosity) and fake
sleeping pills and permission slips
pick up my manacles and whips
throw away my hands and lips
fall down the stairs and flip
the quick trick into my pockets
to become objectively perspective
dissuasive and invasive
the disordered mis-ordered feign
of parity becomes cold and wet
like a December rain
no wax no wane
simply schematic pain
you couldn't perceive, misread, or deceive
the expressions and allusions that
the man employs and abuses
refusing both my answers and my questions
in the same breath filled with quixotic
curiosity that explains just how
my innocence became trapped
in a locket worn around the neck
of a boy whose idea of love is a
blood sport and martial law
my mind became a well of Hindu verse
a voodoo curse
a silent spaceship hearse
the boy across from me babbles a novel
in gibberish and continues
on
and
on
question is: where does he end
where do I begin?
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