upender
clone-like, I am a changing form unborn and churning like storm clouds burn angel wings with starry sight. I watch movies move around me and open their insides like eyes taking apart by detail by part by piece, by orange slap and converters and carburetors, the nuclear reactor is my soul which burns and burns and blows life around it in shifts and settles, a calvary for the simple minded parts of myself a miner for the hidden parts, shadow rising I come across the secrets I keep from myself and bring strobe lights into their eyes and open the floodgates of my smallness grow into my greatness in size a giant over the insects of my weaknesses. A broken flow. I upend all that was me, and rewrite like twenty star songs (these are mine) and pull, without trump cards or changes an inner-sky twice the size of anything mine before.
2004-10-22 | 11:07 a.m.
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