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Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
I surveyed from my electric piano
Seated in monotonous comfort
In the skewed seat of a classroom, to the left
In my orb of scrutiny
The light was yellow and thin
Each child seemingly no good
Sewing away at their desks, the days literature
One of them contorted, still feet facing forward
Her petite waist shifted mechanically and geared to a stop in my direction
In native culture, her spirit would be something feline and pleased  
It was in her focused grey stare, fluorescing milky blue
Her iris’s de-crystalized and oscillated in thick Rorschach drops  
As the spell was cast I remained, seated in observation
Wanting to style her maniacal lips
Our thoughts made love in a cloud above this sea of starving fish
Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
On my canvas linen bed
I can’t be seen
But feed
Delicious red fruit
By the arm of an avalanche
-And the tips of frostbitten antlers

Friendly chains in a timely manner
I assume someone paid them to keep me in *******
They would never do this to me without strange reason, besides
I’m a euphoric little *******
Squinting with my bedroom eyes
Hinting at with shrewd surprise
That our skin is all but melting
Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
The pall  
The wall
The sheet of despair, with deception to spare
The art of big words
Carried on the backs of birds
From point A to
Point C
From what is
To what
Could be
Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
I avenge the young
With my cheek in my tongue
And with the lyric of a silent cardboard man
We consume the rug
Beauty swollen as a bug
We will use all that we possibly can
They looked at us sour
Wealth fully to cower
And recoil to their sweet nesting clan
I assume the worst
As my bubble won’t burst
And acceptance has just hit the fan
Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
There was a hole in the ground
No bigger than my hand
And as I reached in
It began to expand
In the center of the garden
Of the Castle Winter Requiem
I took all that I could find there
Or at least, what was left of them
Alas I found the tomb
Temple Goddess of the Moon
She took the form of a sparrow
From war, bitten by an arrow
And she granted me the favor
If I would so boldly choose
To pick a life with her forever
Or have a chance at cutting loose
She reemerged into a body
Morphed into a woman, grey and proud
My obsession became a hobby
As she unraveled her silken shroud

Reanimated, afoot, and coming awfully close
Her inhuman face I’ll consume forever
and mine
She loved the most.
Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
18+
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
Adulthood,
What about you makes me feel the need to embellish this rune?
I look down from my eyelids onto the hands in which I mold
Manipulate; take shape, as the do as they are told
Except with too many chemicals these extremities begin to shake
Dislocate and replace what I enchant to what I make.
Furthermore,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I don’t mind the responsibility but it’s my mind that I sometimes loose
Over the slow man, the pedestrian and all the chatter from the rest of them
In the simple things is what you’re supposed to love but it’s the simple things that **** me off
When I have one point to make and nobody knows the difference
And finally,
I may have taken you for granted but you took me too soon
I’m always away doing something that the other kids never do
Was I the only one who got the message from my god?
The holy ghost of asking questions followed by a subtle nod
As neurotic as that is followed by how it could be
I found the script to the autobiography of being me
Sincerely

Paul Rousseau Apr 2012
A gift for you
Keeper of the gray
Lonely weekend
I’ll ask if I may
Please trust in my red season
The leaves will fall
Maybe I’ll see you again or
Maybe not at all
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