you're noncorporeal
in this vision i have of you
the models on your covers
are nowhere near your
invisibly critical beautygive me more
paragraphs for probabilities
to weigh upon; pamper me
with mentions of my
unseen accoladesyet don't call me
wonderful
if you can't accept yourself
in the same light that they stand
you close the velvet curtainsrage against your applications
thousands of words strung into
pretentious daisy chains
and i'll still tell you
you're absolutely wonderfulwe are just
newspapers plastered together
getting plastered on rock and roll
read all about it!
read all about it!
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry