you were made
i could not understand.
you were dusty and white
and write all over the walls
how funny would it be to
your nose off
and make you a sphinx
not to mention my bowling average
would improve eightfold
by simply hugging you
i could hoooooooold and caressssss your cheek
but you would make my hands dry,
and i thought of our lives together then
how a simple rearrangement of atoms
made you so god damned tiring to be with.
ART! that is what i should make you
put you in the garden
watch the birds rest on you
however, the elements consume elements
and (you idiot) became one
i'll keep you in the bedroom then.
but then i thought
how awful the sex must be
with a man made of chalk!
i couldn't think of why you were chalk
i thought you had died
i didn't know what to do
or who to call
so i left you in the living room.
i went to work in the morning
hoping that you would
come back to life (like chalk does)
no longer elemental
soak up some water
AT LEAST BECOME CLAY!
but when i came home
you were still
and then i really could not understand
why you were made