I want to be ensnared
in coconut crystals
and golden hairs to sprout up
from my crown.

I want for Venus-fly-trapped pipes
who threaten, blind, with comical teeth
while I bound
at superhuman lengths and heights.

I long for eyesore rubble heaps
to masquerade as mountains conquered,
want an unassuming tree
to play my fortress,
play my monster.

I wonder how now
did my smithing in my mind
beat a soup ladle into a sai,
and I can no longer really think that I am Rafael.

02/25/2008

Author's Note: revised

Posted on 02/26/2008
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