Control.
Control.
The autumn sage. Sunflowers explode over
where the lawnmower should not go.
For somebody elses money?
My sister has grown thin, skin to bones.
My other sister is thin skinned.
They call me a coward. They call me broken,
hanging with the rust of us and happy to dine.
Watching the waves roll has been tremendous and
am I that butterfly?
Control.
Control.
On bended knee on a bitch's leash.
All up in flames. Origami heart and a match
made in heaven and the shade.
Grade me, Grade me!
What am I supposed to say,
what am I supposed to pay,
how far am I supposed to go?
Beyond what the dot dot dash dash supposed to know
where it is that every thing began
and why where the river clips, it's a dam.
Feet up and crossed and if only I could
I would be a robotic horse
glitter balled.
Control.
Watch light break
through the ice cubed.
See through me and it's okay.
I cannot see you through.
Sunflowers exploding through the grass
while sunlight breaks through the glass
and paints the full spectrum
across my hand and fingertips tapping out
a beat close to my heart.
Red orange yellow.
Green blue indigo violent.
The whiskey, brown. The ice, cubed.
I am the god of this empire.
Prism. You damn coward.
You think I know?
It's hello.
Control.
Control.
