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My Purple T-shirt |
My purple t-shirt
chosen to hide
red hair flat chest
and almost perfect tummy
contains the features of me
covers the goosebumps
shows off the contours
of my developing boy-man physique.
But my soul aches to spill
onto the fabric, climb up
its threads, pulse through
my bare neck, take the piece
of my head that is mine
and travel to the deep
with other soul-heads like me.
We could start a soul-head band
and dance ballet taught by
underwater lilies and the
man who runs ocean currents.
he is jolly and a hard worker,
grinding the pulls and waves
that tow children away to the deep,
lost children whose parents forget
not to let them play in the surf.
Those children sing back-up for the soul-heads.
Really we are all the lead singer. It is a strange band
but more merry and melancholy than anything seen
on the concrete.
My purple t-shirt.
I wish I were naked.
copyright 2004
Hunter Lee
Hughes |
