Reegan – Phantasmagoria

Serious pianist’s

Put blades between their keys

The fingers play a frenzied game of hopscotch

While the blades grin through and through

(Waiting to make those pinkie’s and forefingers smile.)

(Just as they do.)

But if they don’t.

Congratulations,

Maybe some day you’ll be like Mozart

Perhaps the swans will bow to you

From Tchaikovsky’s leash

Beethoven ears will even be unstopped

Serious ballerina’s exist on tip toe

(Drifting across scuffed floorboards at home.)

Floating ethereal, away from the humming fridge’s drone.

(Marsh-mellow thighs can’t preform)

Pirouetting in a sea composed only of

Magenta, deep sea bruises

Educating themselves on the birds

Humming, Goshawk, Buzzard, Horn bill, Crane

Until their shedding tulle like feathers

Bone’s form train track rails,

Deepened pits in a taut valley of flesh

In their transformation

They lay hallow, curled inside

(The tableau of a bird’s splayed incubating fetus)

Then with a pop

They’ll unfold

(Like spider’s break from eggs)

(Glistening, alien, allure)

legs twisting overhead

Ribs stretching over like canvas

Back bending, a branch on the verge

Arms sprouting upright

(Ta-DA!)

 They’ll prance off in their little birdie bodies

Greeting the nutcrackers

Making conversation with the rats

Spinning through the warm sticky snow

(Invited into sugar-plums castle at last.)

Because they’ve reassembled each bone

Cut out the marrow which made it heavy

Let their feet bleed as their toenails became eggshells

Serious painters,

Writers,

Singers

Bleed on their typewriters

Bleed on their Canvas

Cut their throats

(So the lyrics squeeze past of course)

So they can be the next:

Charlie Parker, Frank Sinatra, EdgarAllenpoe,

RaybradburyVanGohStephenking

G.MBarrieGeorgeMeliesAudreyHepburnGingerrogersGenekellyFredAstaireAlvisprestly

You wanna go singing in the rain?

Then bleed out into that rain

You wanna be Mr/Mrs. Twinkle toes?

Then staple those dance shoes on

(Because there not coming off)

Care to be the next to organize a famed trip to Neverland?

(Wonderland, OZ, or Where ever the hell your heart’s sentimentality desire’s)

Promise when you cut those hands

It better leak(original,one of a kind) ink not blood

(Writers get an exception)

(A worthy substitution)

There is a chance at greatness

(Whatever you want to pretentiously call it)

A step right up and sell your soul to it chance

The slice your palm

Shake with the devil’s own acrylic spattered hand chance

You can’t get a better deal for this blood

(Sweet, engorged, Viscous)

(It wants out)

Don’t wanna be lazy do you?

(Watching sugarplum/never land/Mozart slam the door in your sad purposeless face.)

(You’ll only be bleeding tears then)

Useless

Mediocre

(Oh here’s a good one)

Existing

(Existing is for hacks)

(Living is for the one’s who bleed)

So bleed

(Save a little though)

Just enough so you can bleed more

– Make em’ proud. (If you can manage it.)