the word panhead
..
can you imagine no derogatory statements, no virus
no hate by the cypress, no re-wind from the black box of pilots
love in every penmanship you build through a miracle
liquid like an iv pumping every which way simple
as simple as einstines dresscode
aristotles calculation and gaeleaos direction blessed flowing so fresh sewn
between the dreams you grow of you ... and you
and angelic as a heart birthmark showing you are as princess as an uncrowned juliet
as evolved as the morning mist mystifying the court jester caught up with winning her Pulitzers
i bow my head with bow legs - crippled from running the walk of shame
crawling begging for you to hold my hand for fame
to real to untangle even with a touch of jasmine
a buttercup stem still taste as sour as the famine you caused ingesting the arsen the ass end anyways
now your assed out
of paste
out of crayons
out out heads down thumbs up
when will you re-unite with your father as believable as your atheist belief dumbfounded
as i blink in the dark i realize maybe i am just blind
at your concert crowd surfing just to shine from the innocence of little girls minds through their fingers entwined with spineless fine shifts within
because i did as much to stop it as much as you..
i only let parties down
including my politics as they drown on the flu
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