I am a giant up against your body.
My eyebrows dripping with the moisture of tomorrows sagging clouds.
(They should enter a wet-cloud-shirt contest. Guaranteed victory. )

I stepped on stage to demonstrate growing up too fast.
it has nothing to do with age, I promise you that.
On the judgmental continuum, I generally treasure find myself somewhere
Between not wise enough to cradle you the way I should have and,
Too caught up in your skyscraping cheekbones to figure it all out.

There is nothing good at all about the unforgiving series of internal
bear traps I have mistakenly set up around my most important organs.
A cordon smiling way too hard, ready to crush my slim Vegas odds.

The thing of it is, “the nature of the business” the suits might say, is that,






I am here too fast. I should have foreseen the memo to you,
I should have dreamed the propaganda everywhere you sleep.

07/09/2019

Author's Note: once upon a time a glass man fell from a tree and the earth shattered

Posted on 07/09/2019
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