i used to fly like peter pan

these words hurt

they wont be beaten

into submission

and i’ve become

so submissive and passive

with the making of them

the shaping of them

has long gone akward

and unreliable

it has semed

so fucking undeniable

a poetic poseur

has taken my place

and my face

isnt my own

if i cant carve up

the bones

of sentences

and make a

collection

of necklaces

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~ by alute on February 27, 2010.