The puppet said to the sun,
“Never shine upon me.”
And then it said to the clouds,
“Do not hide me from the light.”
And then it gnashed its teeth at the sky, saying,
“I never asked to be seen
I never asked to be hidden
I only asked to be free.”

Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.

You are emotionally vacant                                                           ­           there  is no life in your eyes                                                             ­   Even  from a slight distance                                                         ­     it's  something you can't disguise                                                       Like  a stone wall, so cold                                                             ­         you're  not even warm to the touch                                                        It's  like you're being controlled                                                       ­     and  it's  become way too much                                                             ­            No  tears, no smiles, no sighs                                                            ­       Is  there anyone home inside?

Precocious baby, tempered to a china-blue hue, you
Had not been ripe as a morning glory
Before riots mongered in the plasma of your shapeless head.

Haunting as an omen, you
Had drank from the cord of my cold-blooded artery.
Turned my insides out like a shimmering dime bag
As we fell to the earth.

Bigotedly, I held the same view,
Pacing a tank domestic and half-full
As the airbag now sprung from the hemisphere of my lungs,
Stone-hard and hysteric in the cradle of your palms.

You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?