Friday, May 17, 2013

Try Hard Not To Die

knife holsters on my legs
and tunkwa on my hips,
a long-bow back one way
cross a sword that won't slip,

bolt throwers too
inside of my wrists...
when I start to dance
you'll pray that I miss.

chains down my legs
for shackles and more,
darts tied up in my hair
that I truly adore;

and this metal triangle
that keeps me on track:
my friend, my bicycle,
guarding my back.

but all of my arms
are tied up in my head:
the only one in true danger
is me instead.

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