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My friends all suck

Staircase spine, walking up

From your back and waking up

All the vicious vertebrae

'Til I crawl inside your brain

And rearrange the sparks and harps

So songs will play, though the rhythm's off

And maybe this way, my dear, you'll stay

Your dancing, rubber-spined self

The notes and nodes throughout your nerves

May deafen me and they might hurt

But, God, I hate to see the way

You're only half yourself

Your every cell's a star 

And your paper skin's a galaxy

The billions of miles between you and me

As I walk down your staircase spine

Every line of the curving stairs

Recollects the image of your hair

Caught and blown about

In a flurry of your knots and notes

And not to be pretentious, Dear, 

But could you stay in tune? I fear

Through these songs and symphonies

You're becoming just like me

So out of tune and ugly--

I've changed my mind, change, stay sad

It's all the rage, they say, these days

Reviews

[Shadowlily]

This is my favorite!!! It's so majestic and smooth to read. "Your every cell's a star and your paper skin's a galaxy" is simply beautiful... I honestly love this poem to death.. may I copy it to my computer?

[Poe Redd]

Incredible.. I really like your style.