I can take it
I can pluck the flies
off your dead thoughts
and chew them down
propeller wings
translucent
like the moments
before our fingers touch
horizontal, lying in whispers
where sacred crosses
of dead poets
die alone without us
I can take it
I can curl your words
backwards like a rug
and roll them out
in red welcome wagons
over snow filled paths
in and out of my heart
whenever I want to
and you can't stop me
like you can't
tell me I'm lying
when I love you
I can take it
I can grow sun glints
in furious hurricane skies
my favorite chair in the air
spinning up alone
lightly, bodiless, happy
like a sharp laugh
from a candy-mouthed boy
and the thoughts go
chugging slowly by
brilliant pine trees
on two shining steel rails