I cry tears into your dress

I cry tears into your dress

It is white with blue flowers

I was a bully in second grade

on the green school yard

where the merry go round

turned me nauseous


I fled into innocence, into my mind

knowing crippled my freedom, looking back

I left to hunt in thorn and scrub

until twilight squeezed me numb


I was fourteen dollars

tied to a beggars leg

she was more than beauty

with big sad eyes

and a rumble too quick


I played with people

on splendid days

who couldn’t react

as I turned and turned


I longed for simple

whose complexity was

stripped by shadow

to find a well of stone

in a perfect square


It was here that my genius grew

deeper into the cold

my blood warm

like summer sun

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