melted

papier-mâché apparitions

you're noncorporeal
in this vision i have of you
the models on your covers
are nowhere near your
invisibly critical beauty

give me more
paragraphs for probabilities
to weigh upon; pamper me
with mentions of my
unseen accolades

yet don't call me
wonderful
if you can't accept yourself
in the same light that they stand
you close the velvet curtains

rage against your applications
thousands of words strung into
pretentious daisy chains
and i'll still tell you
you're absolutely wonderful

we are just
newspapers plastered together
getting plastered on rock and roll
read all about it!
read all about it!