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“childish thoughts”
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carve your totem from the light of a distant orb
draw salty little chalkboard circles on you lover’s heart
make sweet mention of me in dead sea scrolls
or rest and wait for a chocolate night-path
born on a winter’s monday
whittled from the fallen lumber of a day’s work
oh how the innocent have come
how the guilty shall fall
through the paper shuffle cracks
and time hole punches
so be a little bird, chest puffed out
be a loud siren, driving streets of water
what a magnetic force you bring
a diamond glass cut across your face
ice hotels and molten gardens delight
surely you can stay?
for a little while…
surely you can reign over my parade
and cast a slick little smile
think of when you were young
and boats were water-cars
think of uncles holding you aloft
you saw everything from your pinnacle perch
wind veins blew happiness all about
and an imperfect blade of grass was madness
so think and come…
come back home to all that you have lost
become a child once more!
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/24/12
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