Headlouse dance as agile ballerinas across a small childs skull
And believe the truth as im only good at that
I havent seen one for a while
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Manitou slides
Doppelgänger silhouette
Ballet prides
Twisted contorted pirouette
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At last....
Held embryonic pose
No pause for thought just
Sleeping rose
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The eagle smiles sharply
Smartly
He knows my need of gently stroked wings
Amidst shift shaping rocks
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Mum
Sat hugging the Red Bible on your life-station
The sofa....
But never reading it....not since our loss
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A thousand dreams and aspirations dance mischievously
As pink confetti
Upon smiling breeze
Flowing free fall worlds, where children dance barefoot within tinkering
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Who'd be a woman?
With hours of hair to dry
Chubby and insecure
Certainly i bellow
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My flesh bothers me... it is mine, it is all i carry with me
Unceremoniously daily
I do not own it
It does not own me
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Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit
Oil lamp
Glowing
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I wanna go to a poetry cafe....
In a pink beret and two giant earrings
Sporting a very serious intelligent expression which is obviously not my own
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