Joint popping contortionist
Folding over backwards
Throwing out colors of twine and ribbon
Spectacle always wins the show

Enter the mold-charmed back thought
Memories and emotions rot into a fungal form
Disguising a fully functioning corpse
Trapped beneath cement-thick dust that wont let go

The wet tingle of whispers
That slithers down my ear
Had not faded but briskly disappeared

And all that is left is a Barbie doll
One outfit on, one outfit off
Swiftly shifting through motions
Testing passion and phrases,
Hobbies and tones
Like a bride testing dresses and cakes

Arms, legs, and face move in automatic motion
A perfectly presented ballet
Always running out before the last scene of the play

Disassembling, reconfiguring and years go by
Chasing fixes, drink mixes, and all other sorts of disarray
A phantom existence through time
Shocked by the moment something touches and proves you’re alive

A single message, one short line
Not a funeral, but a celebration of a regenerated life
And twisted nerves, unravel snap and sting
Pulsing all the beats once chased, yet found missing

A tank of regret in tow, rolling on wasted nights
Of puzzle shifting, trying to figure out complications unknown
Fickle love you destroy with the simplest blow

03/10/2010

Posted on 03/10/2010
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