wield

we wield our bodies like machine guns
pressed tight to the silver barrel cold

girl, where'd you learn to move like that?
we knew of these things before we had
skin to express them
we've just been waiting for the right time

painted things in carnival motifs
there are painted flowers
don't you dare try to water them

a blanket sky falls upon this southern city
to wash it of it's neon skin
the grand illusion of itself
in what it could have been

the kids go wild at night
as they await their fates to greet them
though they do not know this yet

it is sugar plums and kung-foo
it is love and it is certainty
the persuasive truth of all one knows
or needs to

i am a creator, above all else
and i know this, like a sickness, like a disease
that runs rampant in my veins
yet belies my mundane refusal hands

we are pushing against the parade
kneeling beneath this structure of all things
we have the lightest of all burdens
to keep us hopeful on safe knees