Thursday, October 27, 2011

this is your prince speaking

i would have taken your
forced cold paper kiss
all the way with me
you brooding animal
you soft-foot floozie
you my precious myfawny
it was embarrassing
what you did
don't you wanna feel pretty?
and after i carried you
like a cog through the museum
trying to fit you in
before we gave up, went to the zoo
and ate funnel cake drizzled
with rain oh light spackled rain
myfawny! my faraway wish
blooming at every sundown
myfawny! how i miss you
your grip, your warm shape
myfawny! where is your underwear?
myfawny! i've often thought
about the color of your door
myfawny! never tried twice
your pretty bow-tied crime
myfawny! beer frothing in your hands!
myfawny! cherrypicking grapes
off napa valley vines so easily
myfawny! the artist, the princess,
my untimely mirage and jester
myfawny! don't look at me so closely
myfawny! you're an object
of my dreams
myfawny you feel more real
than when i wake to another day
lost at sea, water everywhere,
myfawny! you feel more real
than this nightmare!

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