i have done it again
peeling the sticky pasts artist dislike to digest
framing the crossed legged intents
do i terrify you or are you pretending like everyone else

soon soon i will draw the home that awaits 
and she shall have thirty two windows
with dolls on each one
guarding the childish hearts

their faces will exceptionally smile
with choking pearls accentuating their jawed lines
patiently tarnishing the brassy personalities

the cribs were my body once laid
the red passionate metals holding it’s frame
the souls you’ve stashed
violently visiting mine

i will retrace celebrating the root the square
lazily applauding your Gods
the penciled thoughts generating all doubts
for i can still reinvent myself