The 22-Year-Old Male Who Writes Lyrical Poetry: 'Disguised'
Quick! Move from sheet to sheet.
Escaped, another Virgin Mary Saint.
Let me move from shit to sheek,
So you can’t force it in my sleep,
To move in with my heart-beat,
And fill it up to leave empty.
So I can think,
Cinderella ain’t getting no Prince-Charming,
Since chandeliers are still burning,
With no candle-stands.
Glass slippers were out of stock next Tuesday.
And then the carriage was stuck in traffic,
With a speeding ticket.
Wolves dressed as foxes are on repeat;
But still squeal.
Though even in a Phoenix state of vogue,
A black tint on her wings would begin to show.
And her claws were talons,
Like I’d never even seen before.....
Written on 07/07/2015