very much confusion
very very much
rubbing of cranium
as the complexities of life
seep violently between his fingers
and there is no numbing persuasion
tot eh persistence with which they coarse.
No cloak

no Dagger
just a trainwreck as
screamed through the lips of McJagger.

They said love was an isane chemical
capable of nearly anything
and we have myspace and emo to prove it.
Bout how many
back-snapping acts of bravado
does it take to get to
the center of a
spine dangling
and a man unravelled,
staring at his own strands
of him from all
points of perspective
to disregard previous patterns
of thought
to churn wildly in
the mess of this progression
without shame
without fear
without fear of shame
or shame of fear
and none of the distraught satellites between.

Motioning for discomfort.
pleading silence with
a symphony of machine guns--
but I heard the whisper
of a single word
between the concussions.
When the hand fell limp.
When in a single second
the world fluttered
and came crashing,
"rosebud"
like a molecule left to drift.

but anything



when left in the hands of a magician





can become a bird.