. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Monday, July 9, 2018

My Shit Prince


Come dance with me,
you shit prince,
cast in the stark dark bowels of last year's
trends,
twirl me around the fish eye lens
until I spin
and spin
and spin
there and back again,
a grin from the devil inside of me
defying me
to close my eyes and be,
be pushed into someone's open arms,
be left standing on the porch in the dark,
be left in the storm,
be broken with a broken heart,
you told me from the start
that this wouldn't work
but I can't dance without my
shit prince,
long days spent stepping in circles
lonely,
bent to the scent you left behind,
your hard hands along my stegosaurus spine,
all that I am is yours
and nothing that I am
is mine.

TA

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