thousands of oceans deep from here
in a viral shade of straight and narrow
undetectable by little girls nor little knights
this is where she comes to practice
her mystical art of prodigious deception
from holes where holes should never be
she spills out on a page of silt
contemptuous ink written on pale grey skin
she redefines the feathered lies
of truth, of cosmetic conformity
this is where she lays down
this is where she lays it down
this is where she bottoms out
this is where she lays it out
this is where she straddles the line
to be shoveled up and tossed aside
more ugly moth than Circean nymph
no sanctimonious chant spewing sulfurous vanity
miraculous powers cleverly disguised
as hairy armpit neurosis
her wooden wand, a third leg grotesque
she limps on the bad leg while lugging the good
an idyllic pathology of polished insecurity
it is here an unkempt fairy
from the gravel road beyond
finds chinks in her tissue
dipping a wing in the well of effervescent lye
she drafts her cool calculated creed
imagine me tainted and muddied
imagine me cradled in luxurious filth
imagine me once a pelagic soul searcher
imagine me now as self-deprecating dreg
imagine me stripped down to full emptiness
finally, she writes on the diminishing pain
imagine me
as sight for sore eyes
in a fancy dress of embroidered disgraces laid bare
a lobotomized fairy creeps out of the trash
imagine her hung out to dry in full view
imagine her a lilly touched by darkness
with holes where holes should never be
the Pretenders -'CREEP'