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the only boy i ever loved is awake while i am sleeping the tinman boy lives upside-down but in my tongue i keep him while screens have saved us tenfold times i still sit and mull your visit those days spent tangled in your hair i won’t admit i miss it. you drove stick-shift but held my hand jumped guardrails and pythons and nerves painted me with waterfall clay and careened around my curves your tongue is strings on violins and i am no virtuoso each rusted joint creaks heartless songs while my will swings to and fro you’re tension like a tinder box or a match-head ripe for striking i can’t speak freely of your hands but found them to my liking i hope i am not novelty or distraction wrapped in ennui i, for one, am enthralled by you and how you can’t sing on-key raggedy thoughts bite (just like you) of distance and futures and you sentences always end with you except when you want them to the only boy i ever loved is spiteful and tragic and sweet the tinman boy lives far away at least until next we meet
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
oil can for my tin man
the only boy i ever loved is awake while i am sleeping the tinman boy lives upside-down but in my tongue i keep him while screens have saved us tenfold times i still sit and mull your visit those days spent tangled in your hair i won’t admit i miss it. you drove stick-shift but held my hand jumped guardrails and pythons and nerves painted me with waterfall clay and careened around my curves your tongue is strings on violins and i am no virtuoso each rusted joint creaks heartless songs while my will swings to and fro you’re tension like a tinder box or a match-head ripe for striking i can’t speak freely of your hands but found them to my liking i hope i am not novelty or distraction wrapped in ennui i, for one, am enthralled by you and how you can’t sing on-key raggedy thoughts bite (just like you) of distance and futures and you sentences always end with you except when you want them to the only boy i ever loved is spiteful and tragic and sweet the tinman boy lives far away at least until next we meet
8/8/8/7 rough
j-carroll
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j-carroll
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
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