tricky me!
my sleight of hand too quick to see
my plight at hand is simply a)
to be and b)
be me.
let me be candid; let me speak --
yes, me, the freak
with magic games,
convincing you I fit in slots,
in holes and boxes,
comfy spots if I were you,
(but, then, I'm not).
you name me names,
attribute fames,
-- but games are games
(i win, you see),
and i, no matter what,
am me.
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haloes orbit me at sixty
m-p-h -- how can I meet the
expectations?
haloes are man-made;
i was man-made;
haloes and expectations fade,
and, man-made, i fight
tears, watching satellite
haloes
crash...
flash-in-the-pan-
demonium
of how
the world sees me now.
Stars
Stars are tiny fireflies
which flit in midnight sky,
twinkling cheery greetings
to sleepy passersby.
seventeenth summer
a year and many pains away
will be the day i come of age,
but three hundred sixty-five truths
will come alive within my heart
until the day a year and many joys away
i come of age