I should have gone to the yard sale
for an etch a sketch lay blank and waiting
for the touch of my veins along its mercury magnetic lines
simple it lay
white knobs magnificent eroding into childhood torment represented re-routed and retold story by story through
this yard sale, I should have gone to.
The etch a sketch, bright red and vintage
stole away from grey stripped lines barely made and shaken away to cultivate childhoods not yet uncovered. The etch a sketch sketches your scent all along my insides, in between blood vessels and bone I find mercury remnants, little pieces of etch left over from that time at the yard sale, when everyone was there but me.
Im drawing
Im etching a symbol all along the surface of your insides, incrusting my nature all along and beneath the distance between your idea of me and a time machine. (They sold a time machine etch a sketch at the yard sale)
You shipped it away, the idea that this invention has created a space for our us to envelop all others
You can't take it. So I drew it, I drew it all along in metal metallic poison all the things that could have been between our red and blue veins underneath skin and tissue lays an etch a sketch
you mailed it to me
i could have got it all alone,
If I'd only been to the yard sale.
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