by K Shawn Edgar

Created on: April 20, 2008

Don't Mind The Abrasions

There's unpolluted fantasy in my head
And the world keeps peering in
They abrade my skin with perfected hubris
Hoping to see some tender, strife-free crannies inside
But just as they catch a glimpse,
They tear a hole wide open
To pump some awful in

You should ride downtown on vintage green bicycle
And join me standing on warm wrinkled pavement
I like it when you dig my splinters free
Pour the hydrogen peroxide in
Then patch me up again

We'll walk with a limp and moan aloud
I'll bleed from my worldly abrasions onto their public places
You'll hang heavy head to distort your spine
Earning a quarter from those who will soon park their asses
To eat their lunches on my bloodied park benches

Sun setting, we'll build a firewall of delight in my head,
The unending metal traffic passing tip to tail
I'll flip the switch for detonation
And the outside world will burn in their contorted passions
A never ceasing hot-flash parade of human torches,
As unable to change their path as chucks of seasoned wood.

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