Why I Am Not A Painter

The first time I tried

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it's like she gave you a cream. you can't

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it's the good that lets you be
the advertisement of government

enhancement. it's the good
that you enhance; it just looks

like the body. it was always in you.
someone had to see it.

made you Jesus, made you
defend.

you were constructed
of nostalgia, the idea that

it was better in the past.
people were wholesome

and ate white bread.
you wore the flag instead

of a mask. you were a symbol
of honest government;

honest America, you were a
symbol, and symbols are used.

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you see Scott and
the outer signs
of madness, the consumption

of worlds, yet
in these pictures
of outer

space, there is
some dark struggle
no one is narrating. the challenge

has always been on the page, how to put it
down: these thoughts (not
the ones i'm reading)

are the real torment. he sees
the outer effect, macro molecular change
at the surface of my body, but what

shifts in the larger space! when i don't
see his eyes, they still express
and move

and if i destroy the sun,
i'll know in the aftermath
each life lost is my life again

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i hear it hurts, how
adamantium pierces you

but it is hard to see
in your face. how

is it that you heal? is it
easier when your mind is

missing to know
what you are

or want? the past is bonded
to your bones, like

a fingerprint someone
who is not god

pressed into the clay
of your brain. memory

i hear it hurts, how
it can pass through

like a bullet
ripping

carving a hole
your body will fill.

you're heavier
now that this cold

hardness is part
of your core--

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in the light it's not
my mind i feel your hands
on my hips somewhere

(between emma frost, who could care
less if
i want her, and

buffy summers, who is present
but invisible, uses invisibility
to free her body)

your hands are warm but colder
than the air under blankets
and blankets and blankets i have

covering me as though the weight
of them could cover me your hands on
my hips feel in many places

here the light is
young and where you are
the light is younger

in my mind i am in your mind
and these bodies are but
they are also transparent

it is winter i can feel it
when i breathe it is summer
or spring all of the world is coming

to life while we laugh
believing and unbelieving
the ways we have to touch each other

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you broke your hand, now you can't
climb walls. there is something

in her eye. take a picture:
it's your job. peter, only you

know if the costume under your clothes
itches. it's a choice

to let someone undress you,
to use your sense to evade a blow, or
to catch someone falling.

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you broke your hand on my chest
-plate. i put the suit on 
before you could say 'distance;'
tony stark would be proud.

this power source isn't clean
and i can tell i'm shutting down. denial
is essential to resolution, just ask
a superhero. science always works

with outright rejection
to offers of assistance. real men
dance through the movement of one limb.
you could put that thing on ice,

but it already is. the catalytic converter
you broke is broken. you broke 
your hand; this palladium is poisoning
me. this power source isn't clean.

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peter parker, the spectacular
spider-man. that man is throwing

up the sign
of VOLDEMORT, you know

who, that man is young
Casanova, that man is

definitely

an actor. peter parker, the
total dweeb

is getting sucker-
punched by someone

no one knows, is goggly-
eyed over my physics

homework.

physics denys most of
magic. that man

is holding a stick
which makes a sign

in the air; the air
is vulnerable to

magic sticks. peter parker
has busted his web-

shooters again, damn
those nasty falls

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