hello, i am human. my works are to my original best, and are sculpted to interest the mind of the curious.
Copyright © 2012 Tyler Papp
i’m going down stream if you’d like a lift
where the current is calm, nature’s gold sifts like
a windswept smile, kept us floating for a while
no wrinkles in our cheeks because age is docile
the air is a chill, so you can blanket my coat
(underneath a stream,
in the mud,
or in a boat)
i remember when i held you as youth bloomed its prime
your hands have always seemed much warmer than mine.
remember the time
when we ate flower petals,
love is bittersweet.
attempting cursive with a
broken hand, boat, and bridge-
crossing our hidden stream
of conscious, only
hoping you can mend these fingers as
we secretly swim.
for what it’s worth to promise a sculpture,
an inevitable invitation to be,
to be wrapped around ones
delicate finger, oh how you’ve consumed half of me.
appointed in the design of the architecture,
oh the architecture of you twirling me
to spin spin around my amorous finger,
your chlorophyll dances in the breeze.
oh how you’ve influenced my promises, and
those promises the ocean took.
but the ocean had it’s promises,
in the sand, sprawling
I awoke.
i think about the places we’ll meet
and the chances of kissing your cheeks
acid washed hands dance in the street
our fingers drag and point out a familiar beat
you’re the electric feel from m,g,m,t
you melt my heart from my lips to my feet
i’ll carry you off into a midsummer teenage retreat
too shocked to hear your impulse is me.
we’ve set sail,
where no one knows, nowhere.
me, you, our pirate crew of 22.
the captain points:
in the path of every breeze.
we now:
unplug the drain,
and let in the sea.
so we sail nowhere,
sinking with ease.
oh blue jay in an open cage,
come out and play, with me.
and let us make a nest of
dry grass and small twig,
in the tallest branch
of a nearby tree.
we could fly away, only to
come back
to our waiting young,
with the wild bush-berries we picked
and the earthworms we had dug,
but we had thrown up in their mouths,
in a way a song bird had sung.
in the dew of morning and
in the darkness of night,
let us rest among our nearby tree,
and gaze into the brightest light.
oh, blue jay in an open cage,
come out and sing, with me.
