boreal nova
I try to dissect the secret to me
Raw imperfection encapsulates my tiny brown eyes
Slowly crafting my odyssey
And tearing my earth-bound ties
My messy mullet lays home to birds of paradise
I romanticize bittersweet summer memory
I smother my remarks in spice
And proclaim myself "public enemy"
My eyelashes lay naturally long
I chuckle with a cynic's smirk
Under indigo headphones, entranced by an escapist song
Lusting as I lurk
My rosey cheeks nearly consume my face
With shame, I keep my weak chin high
With troubling thick lines, I trace
Some other-worldly guy
Unbuttoned flannels hug my frame
As I grip my sketchbook against my body
Traversing with turmoil, yet tame
Bewilderment growing in my headspace lobby
I ripped out bygone pages off the outdated book,
And buried them under the washed-up wishing well
They crucified the "cross-eyed crook"
As his bulging belly dived into the waters of hell
These legs once ran wild, and free
Now buried by pink shorts, and flesh
In my fanatical fantasies, I race to the sea
Now youth screams below the mesh
I once neglected my name
Drunk on pure discord
I burned my honor to flame
As I shat on the good lord
I concocted a mythology, imprisoned in my head
Crucial knowledge faded shades of gray
As I grew gardens on ideas, long dead
And gandered to the gay
Now that I possess poem and pen
My phoney life is spent behind phone
Wonderful diversion is no godsend
The secret to me? A creative cracked alone.
urban hazel
elfin berry
verbal bone
proper stag
rich nacelle