Kingdom, Come

Published in Memorious

You are given a ball of string, as large as a trifling moon

without tending
it grows red herrings and milieu, it turns out  

cells and hair and a heck switch  
activated by household chemicals

where is it?
you follow its inklings, but end up nowhere

you swear youll unravel it
youll use the kitchen matches  

if I cant have it my way at least Ill have a fuse

look up
see the beautiful scar

leave it alone    go to your room

last updated Tuesday, June 06, 2006 @ 6:35 PM