Swing
swing
i am not worthy of children's swings
of flaky rusted poles and scooped plastic seats
i am witness to adults instead
as i do underdogs and think about organs, blood
goopy intestines that turn into someone
i can be a boy or girl if you want me to be
i will babysit you or steal your riches
i will save you, string you up on a makeshift cross
marry you then cheat on you
i am pure organ in any case --
i swing on the inside
Copyrighted by Nathan Buck 2007
1 Comments:
N, Your words are always so vivid and full of feeling and life. I am so happy to be Y.S.P. too! Warm and fuzzy,
-M.
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