“there are bones in here”
what cunningness
making me mistake curated candidness
longevity
and a thing with bones
for something there
you’re not
but a glorified boneyard
speaking of all battles lost
telling a sad true tale
with a childlike gap-toothed smile as face
and my earning in pocket
i take it back
you’re a glorified candy stand
i want something more than the white-stuck red lollipop
i’d like it back
in fact from now on
i won’t ever hand it over
i’ll create and end
here
i’ll build worthless sandcastles sexually stacked
and when hurried rain-tide footfalls come in
at most i’ll have a burial by sea
not this great sweet cavitied sham of a thing
the best thing that’ll ever happen to the library is the fire
then the rain
mona lisa’s smile begs to be set ablaze
i take it back
you’re a glorified house of firecrackers
with unlit bone-filled things walking the halls
cowards at self-enlightenment
the best thing that ever happened to you was the field-trip
the gap-toothed child with the freshly red smile
the red crayon running before your guards could stop her extrospective self-defacement
i take it back
you’re a gloried self-hatred
the moment she saw you she knew
our greatest art
had not yet defeated her