becoming

I needed more of reasoning

I became him

I needed less of deceit

I became that

I needed fake flamboyance

I became this

I needed stale stimulation

I became them

I needed magnetic deception

I became her

 

I became him

I became that

I became them

I became her

to stir up my connived imagination that was suffocating

I became those

sabotaged stolen thoughts of disinfected prophets

I became thump

and wrote bad prose with melting ice

I became trash

and left mumps in their moral throats.

 

Signed

A (dot)

Pulling down the sky

I’ll pull down the sky

for you, as if it’s a dusty blue curtain

with wasps and moths stuck like stars

and other unknown  shiny objects.

 

I’ll sell that delusional honesty that my father told me to keep

and buy those islands that looks like ants

on the maps, disappearing and reappearing, for you.

 

When I am done with motormouthing shadows,

I’ll buy all those sad big cars for all those

illiterate refugee drivers from a malnutrition-ed country

..yes they will take you anywhere you don’t want

 

I’ll steal from

Robbers and cons and cheats and frauds and meeks

I’ll steal the strength from strong men

and the courage of the adventurers

I’ll have to steal

I’ll have to steal the un-steal-able for you.

 

You lack-of-imagination.

 

Signed

A (dot)