“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.
nicholauspatnaude 
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