Master of Disguise
Come to the place where the grass is green and real
Where the trees can feel
And the plants can speak the healing words
Green
When green is clean
When heat is sand and mess and sting
When air is fly and kiss and dream
When type can make me so many things
Be here with me
Baby
Kry to the drama kings
And be the rain in the storm of life
Be thee mess and strife
I am wife
Looking to get out get out get out
I am always here it is always there
I am young and real and fake and scared
Money is green
It grows legally and illegally
Its like the room and chair cry stop
Like the pain is real and heal is fake or not
I love her energy
I loved him momentarily
I’m a collage of word poetry
Master of disguise momentarily
-Jess
Copyright © Jessica Saltzer | Year Posted 2010
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