Have I become Bug under thumb For your scented nails to glow by? I need out of my shirts I think youll find attractive On your hill perched so clandestine you rest Like a second term president and I go Destined to keep the crayon close And guess until my name goes red At whose dead halfdaughters Were denied your womb On the down low At whose halfsons Come a lump in my throat And man my fever with an army of frogs under skin And I dont want to dance with your shadow no more Or listen through an elephants ear for your Whispers into the other My curse is the circuit that your fingers Rehearse on me to quell my nerves And my only one is for you to king me With wave crest And not stethoscope With the core Not tentative as you were Choosing soup cans From the cupboard For your grade schools Thanksgiving food drive, no But Im the only one Pulling near clear from a melted crayon Under the comforter some man Cured your goosebumps with Im sick and stuck on something you Every time I see a Honda Civic My heart just jumps right through I do it by your nails light But nothing comes, its true And Im caught in a pipe To smoke my own limbs off And I dont want to dance with your shadow no more Or listen through an elephants ear for your Whispers into the other Another gum gut morning Telephone restraint Hes in your bed Has he taken my place? Another gum gut morning When I see you facetoface Hes in your bed
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