Post by Laura on Aug 6, 2006 17:48:00 GMT -6
the scent, grown off lilac plasticine beauty Queens
masking like hardening clay over the blushing faces
I was once a long stocking, worn by a giant Master
with no purple tearing, all stitched so precisely and with flawless hands
I was a thread just spreading my body over hers -
the crystalline pale skin of this prom dancing lover
over on 32nd street, there was a poem I used to sing when she was still: her.
It gave off the scent-
little girl, I am your mother
when you have no one to cry to
little girl, I am your brother
when you have no one to run to
little girl I am your sister and your father
when you have no one left to turn to
it was a graveyard in her ears and eyes as they begged
the tears would never come in separate envelopes
opened all at once and it was sudden, abrupt like her transformation
to letting everything go and becoming an image of Miss Universe
it
was Christmas
last September when the glittery lights spelt out happiness
it was the crisp ending of summer and the dawn of winter
her graduation from little girl, don't you worry to big girl, you're gonna be a crown
wear it well, she sure does, I only wish she knew it was empty
her head foaming like a mouth and too much candy
it grew, like the scent, a lavender lilac beauty Queen plasticine
rushing out the pores of her skin screaming
lunging out of breath
I miss me too.
masking like hardening clay over the blushing faces
I was once a long stocking, worn by a giant Master
with no purple tearing, all stitched so precisely and with flawless hands
I was a thread just spreading my body over hers -
the crystalline pale skin of this prom dancing lover
over on 32nd street, there was a poem I used to sing when she was still: her.
It gave off the scent-
little girl, I am your mother
when you have no one to cry to
little girl, I am your brother
when you have no one to run to
little girl I am your sister and your father
when you have no one left to turn to
it was a graveyard in her ears and eyes as they begged
the tears would never come in separate envelopes
opened all at once and it was sudden, abrupt like her transformation
to letting everything go and becoming an image of Miss Universe
it
was Christmas
last September when the glittery lights spelt out happiness
it was the crisp ending of summer and the dawn of winter
her graduation from little girl, don't you worry to big girl, you're gonna be a crown
wear it well, she sure does, I only wish she knew it was empty
her head foaming like a mouth and too much candy
it grew, like the scent, a lavender lilac beauty Queen plasticine
rushing out the pores of her skin screaming
lunging out of breath
I miss me too.