“Unusual Princesses Gone Anymore”

30 Jan

“Unusual Princesses Gone Anymore”

If we could tell you

what it feels like to be a man

you wouldn’t believe us

just as we might linger

to light this hanging plant aflame

days, our passing

forests, our rivers

how many years, blossoms,

travesties to the blood

lead me this snakeskin plank

we’d both be one girl

gartered legs strip balsa wood

a radioactive toucan monsters the night

to sleep only in baggy shirts

our knees honey, the abs a closed fist

spinning emerald eyes could be a curse

to fulfill a puppet’s desires

a leather spirit transformed to dust

tattooed in envy

a whisper of bones

the red river of desire

if only I had known you

flown feathers with the tiara

glinted fangs

teary eyes of you

silver blanket erupt to rash

the blouse knew

kisses to your lonesome

blamed brains

a river shot full of head cases.

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