Tuesday, September 30, 2008

smiths

i was a wrought iron boy sculpted pissing in the corner of the yard;
you were a vagrant's destination, unfilling yet gorgeous from afar
beams of light create heat upon my flesh, the raindrops rust my exposed genitals
you're smiling now, i sense that, its rude but you convey it so smart and cordial

like tobogganeers on ice pulling reins too hard to control,
we slid fast together toward the valley steady and unsure
you're smiling now, i sense that, its too hard to control
naked and supine on frozen tundra laughing 'what was any of this for?'

meaningless, cold, exposed, and broken
wrought iron boy plead be awoken

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