Hey you up there!
Flying around in your underwear
I know you’re busy
Saving the world and stuff
but I gotta tell ya
It ain’t enough.
Yes, you can jump buildings
In a single bound
But we really need you
Here on the ground.
Just look around, man.
I don’t understand
How you came to be
But defying gravity
Is not something most folks can do
And unlike you
We can’t stop a bullet
With a mullet and a Mountain Dew.
So you might as well come on down
And help us move some **** around
Cause we got a lot of work to do
And we could use a guy like you.
Or two.

Go ahead then
Let it end.
I can't pretend it matters anymore.
The door
Is on the floor
And I am at the threshold
Inhaling the fresh old air
From the land of I Don't Care
Where hope and glory
Have no story
And nothing reigns
On the plains in Spain
Though the cards remain
There's no one left
To finish the game.

When a heart is shattered,
the pieces remain,
To record the impact,
to register the pain.
Forever more,
they lie on the floor,
Reflecting back their jagged disbelief
At having once been a part
of what used to be
a human heart.

I bow my head
Remove my hat
And say with reverence that
There’s more to this
Moment of bliss
than meets the I
Behind the veil
The Holy Grail
Awaits
The touch of your lips
So take a sip
Of sacred wine
And hang thy sorrow
Upon the vine.

Next to my pillow
lies your shirt
from the last time I saw you.
And each night I hold it up to my face.
And before I open my eyes in the morning
I breath in your molecules.
They enter my lungs
and make their way up to my neurons.  
Have you seen my neurons?
They're amazing.

Teetering on the edge of insanity
Trying to find a center of Gravity
Cutting off my circulation
in order to make this declaration
about my queen-born ability
to walk with such fabulosity.
Though this gown's a monstrosity,
my hair a curiosity,
there's much about this lofty gait
that I did not anticipate.
Like how the swinging of my hips
counters the sway of my fingertips.
Who knew there would be such an orchestration?
A body in concert - a standing ovation!
And every step another encore,
deliriously shouting, "More! More! More!"
And suddenly, the world is new.
I've never seen it from this point of view.
Amazing the difference a few inches can make
to change the reality which I now create.
And though my feet are squeezed like stumps
into these six-inch stiletto pumps,
a testimonial I must profess;
How wonderful it is
to be a boy in a dress.