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Shapeshifter

I'm a punk rock prom queen
reading a paper bag
                porno mag

I'm a raver party X princess
dancing in a warehouse
                    paper mouse

I'm a gothica demoness
everything's black
                    pussy cat

I'm the swords princess
sighing and scheming
                   dreaming
                              ~*~  Chapter Two  ~*~
I'm the Queen of Hearts
playing croquet with flamingos
in this opium induced dreamworld
                              ~*~  Chapter Three  ~*~
I'm always told something's wrong with me.
      I drink too much
        do too many drugs
        have too many dreams
        do bad in school
        jump jobs
        don't drive
        look like a slut...
     and the list goes on...

But I say what's wrong with all that?
     So what if I want to have
     my acid induced dreams?
  look at my crystalline green skies
  taste an elf's blueberry kiss
  eat strawberries off the tree
  and smoke my purple cigarettes...

...School... I'm in school... I look at
the English teacher looking at me. She adjusts
her pantyhose and keeps writting
   on the board...
        Yes. I will keep staring
        at my crystalline green skies
        and smoking my purple cigarettes...
                       ~*~  end of shapeshifter  .   .   .
                             . . . not end of story . . .
©2007-2009 =angelic-creation
:iconangelic-creation:

Author's Comments

A rather old piece (eep!) but I still like it. Hm... Oh, in my defense I've never actually done acid. This poem was writen on extreme sleep dep. And I've got some heavy sleep dep going on now so I edited it a bit while I was retyping it.

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:iconthetaoofchaos:
cool imagery, interesting form.

--
The world is an eraser for these words


- Jack Kerouac


we must destroy that which contains us
:iconangelic-creation:
Thank you. ^_^

--
Oro?
~*~
I plan to make it into Heaven if I have to pick the lock.
~*~
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
~*~
I'm sorry my conscience called in sick again.

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August 17, 2007
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