She was rusted shut

I am shaking the rust off;

you dance below

as if it is snow

and you are a child


with joy.

once I shine

I will be with you boy

our new start

will be


to blinding

and I am finding

corrosion through tears

just puts me

in proverbial junkyards,

a discard.

it’s this hard

to say sorry,

scrub myself clean,

ask wizards for hearts,

abide in your

absurd dreams.

I’m the trophy of redemption,

the machine of simpatico,

and a tool

with rosy cheeks,

ready for the sequel

to my virgin ignition

You are the oil of ambition

to reach a place like home.

Published in: on December 27, 2011 at 12:49 am  Comments (2)  
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  1. Excellent, bittersweet even. All the right words in the right place, just melts of the tongue when read aloud.

    Happy New Year to you, btw, hope things go well.

    • Thanks. Things are pretty rough. At least it prods writing…

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