How’s about you just put me to sleep
So I never – quite – wake up.
…
Then
Style my hair however you wish
Pick whatever clothes to dress me in
Tie all the strings, connect all the lines,
I’ll wink, I’ll grin, I’ll shine
•
I’ll be your Uber-Marionette
I’ll be your emotionless human puppet.
˙
Make me from paper bags
Or
Laundry socks
Whatever form
Shaped in shadows
…
Make me from chicken wire, a shell!
A Shell made of Sky-Blue paper-mache
∆
I’ll be your Uber-Marionette
Unawake
At last in my own reverie.
Hand carve me from wood
Design only craftsmen master
Reshape me with gentle hands and familiar tools
Spend days, weeks, months
Finding that perfect shade of green
For my eyes.
Tie all the strings, connect all the lines
I’ll wink • I’ll grin • I’ll shine
†
Your Little Uber-Marionette
Emotionless and hollow
Your darling ironic puppet .
˙
But I know something you don’t know.
•
After awhile
You’ll wish I was real
Waking me up
Forgetting our deal
To let my soul sleep
As you do what you will.
`
And with fury and madness
Whirl like a dervish
Spinning awake
Hurling • Twisting
Faster • and Faster *FASTER!
The lines all snapping
The strings go flying,
Faster, Faster • … still …
Cyclonic rage
The uber-marionette gives way
Sucking you into its vortex
§
And when the tornado dissipates
It
Drops
You
OUT
A Puppet
Copyright 2011 by Kimberly Cox, GidgetWidget™
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