We want heroes,
stars, emperors,
and sun kings
to lead us out
of Darkness.
We want
Mommy & Daddy
to make
the hurt go away.
But what can I give?
I'm just a bit player
like David says
in the pilot
of a new sitcom on
the Comedy Channel.
At first, I make whole
my career a foot
like Wesley's child.
One day, I pull myself
up with a thousand hands
twirling, connecting
in dendritic arbors.
I stand at last bare
face against Absurd face,
naked as a rolling Stone.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
We want heroes,
stars, emperors,
and sun kings
to lead us out
of Darkness.
We want
Mommy & Daddy
to make
the hurt go away.
But what can I give?
I'm just a bit player
like David says
in the pilot
of a new sitcom on
the Comedy Channel.
At first, I make whole
my career a foot
like Wesley's child.
One day, I pull myself
up with a thousand hands
twirling, connecting
in dendritic arbors.
I stand at last bare
face against Absurd face,
naked as a rolling Stone.
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