LingerA Poem by MaybeDreams37
Freud, send me a dream from your moss-covered grave
Not a whisper, but a howl at the waning moon so that your voice disappears with the sunrise A dream that cleanses my psyche with lamb's blood and inflates my ego with hell's helium So I can give back, I need to give back. Look at me, Gabriel, and crown me. Crown me karma, crown me weightless, crown me thorn-pearls I cannot give any more than they've taken. Oedipus, build me a fortress of "always" with stone gates to guard against "maybe" So I can stay away, I need to stay away. Look at me, Skinner, and box me Box me potential, box me creation, box me infinite cookie-cutter shapeless sweet and burn my tongue So that I might feel what you speak for me and you might linger in something concrete for the first time. Leave character, fail teacher, die destiny. Sing me a song I won't remember-no melody, no rhythm, no context- and use every note until morning so it simply sounds like water in Earth's soundtrack Cleanse and destroy Run away and recycle If you're going to help me, then hurt me Shock me to reality with crimson truths that spring from the snow on Christmas and shake pine trees free of comfort. Don't shelter, don't sugarcoat, don't pancake-smile Just starve me, deprive me Kick me when I'm down and give me no choice but to hate you So I can love me. God, sound me your trumpet to wake me Lend me your staff to write my own destiny Find me a field untarnished Virgin landscape, open skyline, un-dimmed stars Give me Picasso and Motzart and Lennon Give me free I cannot give anymore than they've taken. I need to linger in something concrete for the first time. Run away and recycle So I can love me Free. © 2013 MaybeDreams37Author's Note
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