Imagen
Dear Imagen,
I asked you for a book of poetry.
You gave me the lyrics to never going to give you up.
Dear Imagen,
I asked you for a drop of rebirth in human kind- you gave me a shitting egg.
Dear Imagen,
I asked you for something simple. I asked you for pants.
You gave me Jeggings.
What is this cruelty? What is this monstrosity? In all honesty maybe I made my requests too vague.
So I asked for something ornate.
I asked to make love and write stories on a cloud. You said you'll finger fuck me phonetically in the back alley or maybe make me choke on my chastity poetry charts.
I asked if I could take the syllables from your stories and spiral and string them into a cocoon of love, I could later wear as a necklace.
You handed me a necklace, it was 20 dollars. With I Love You written on the front. On the back Made in China.
Imagen, I begged for a brush of brilliance. A Crayola of crimson. You gave me lipstick and a pec and said "think before you speak."
So I screamed.
Supersonic!
You gave me superficial.
I asked you for art!
You gave me artificial.
Imagen, how do I get through to you?
You simply shook your head like a weighted spade and said
Give me the flame body thrower
Enough of this grimacing disorder
I want a spring time silhouette of silence
Finish this compliance
Stop putting suck tape between my teeth
Give me an answer! Give me an answer!
Give yourself a reason to be listening to me.
So I asked you for a reason. You agave me a blank page and a religion I did not know the name to.
So, my imagination, Imagen, when I asked you for a way to access without barrier
Naked in my grave
Teeth stung
Body concavedYou gave me a book of poetry.