ah the beautiful ballarini pokes with poetry
teasing tiny things, these words of the pirouetting player
lesson learned, little ladies, be not tempted by curious creatures
remember wise women, actions speak louder than words
heart stay strong, as potential crumbles and crumbles and crumbles through the cold
cracks of reality
benny benny face so bendy
body’s gone and soul’s
exxxxxtennnnnndyyyyyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiii********************************
wwwooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
as telescopic time unfurls
patiently
the bender whirls
trying prying lying dying
flying
in circles.
peachy perfect pebbles perched -
lapped… and loved
swaaaaaalllllloooooow.
do you feel that? mmmmm landing
on
our insides
roll UP
ssssstttttttrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch me
aaaaahahaha capture
preserve for - posterity - ever.
roll aaarrrrrrOunnnndddd….reach right now SHINE
those blue dots
there
hearting
BURSTING
blahblahblahblah be there in bLAhhhhh
keep close OH connect killer consciousness….es.
pull yank CRANK
sigh…
breath in, untie looped laces
sucking suckling
slipping
suuuuctioning
sliding release -
the ballarini dons his
jester hat.
poke
poke
pOKEH
silly sayings sound like
silly sayings sitting
there
waiting.
for words.
OH Curious, Jester.
perceptive…
the ballarini engages
tracing tempting trails
tipping toes - tapping taptaptap til
twirling
trajectories
tickling eehehehe teasing turns
to tracking the taste.
OH fleeting, the senses.
feelings flailing falling - protect!
thumping organs
plop
perfectly on
plush patrons’
protected pillows
I
feel.
like I’m - in
both
a jane
austen and
haruki murakami novel.
with a dash of lolita
capture them in cozy crates
and send them swiftly ‘cross the states
such that I may sweetly sing,
as their home doth find my step -
shining stars, my shining stars
turn the dark into the day
and in my space, I hope you stay
