Buddy Wakefield
Flockprinter
Flockprinting is an aggressive electrostatic actionUsing severe heat to force finely chopped fibersOnto patterns of fabricUltimately resulting inSoft touchWhen they told You that this was Your assignmentYou flockprinted straitjackets and suits of armorSo I asked if You wanted to trade jobsBecause damnThatIs poetryAnd yes, these arms fell backwardsWhen ya did itChest out stretchedOpen to the way Your palms up turn meI knew You�d be goodI just didn�t know how goodEven before we metWhen the assignment was to draw wordsWith their own literal meaningsI would write out each letter of the word LOVEUsing winning halves of wishbones, melted CrayonsSongtexteAnd the toe tips of the great dancers who�ve quit dancingBecause I don�t give up on shit like thatI always knew I�d find YouEven before we metWhen the assignment was to partner up in ice water, and keep our heads above itI�d watch boys with girls take the shallow end of the 8th gradeLikeSuckerfishSwapping skin deep aquarium air tubesTrying to make each others shivers fitWe don�t swim that wayNever gonnaFlockprinter,You have been a long time comin�And the clouds have rolled You in slowlyBut I ain�t mad at the upshot skyRainIt�s my lucky numberIt�s the author of releaseIt taught me monsters are easy to come bySo I went out and found the beastBefore we metWhen the assignment was to incomplete myselfWith sad songs and recycled insultsWhen I was spun out eyes bagged teeth fist first in lust and considering JesusYou were thereYou have been the whole journeyAnd I ain�t got nothin� against goin� homeYou, FlockprinterYa look good in yer tidal waveToe to toe with the mean blue moonHead raised up like a lighthouseYouAreButtercups spraying out the mouths of dovesFireworks stuck in the airYou�re a freestanding landing pad held together by choir clapsYou�re a godNot afraidTo walk with the saviorsWho ride monkeys around on their backsKicking up mercurySpreading upward openlyCarrying breathWellYou areAn18-stringed guitar heartSparkin� off rootsDancing out of the river�s edgeYou walkLike a free countryWith an affinity for thick skinYou liveHumming to the tune of let loose like a railwayBanging through the middle of NovocainAn open winded under water fire escapeFlockprinter,You have, now are and always will beMy reflection of individualityCarried out by the acoustic driftOf a snowflake�Living with a fingerprintAnd IAmRumble motion jawboneWaterlogged with ink spotsSmiling ear to earArmed with backbone and busted zoo gatesPromising YouFrom the bottom of my harmonica pocketForeverYou will never have another lonely holidayEven nowWhere the assignment is to live without a destinationI end up with You and the rain, releasedBothFlockprinting starsBetween me and the beast
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