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Ryan C. Smith
How Tiny Leaves of Today Please

 

I am inside my inside's

inside out here devoting myself to starry onlookers

beneath starry onlookers.

Looking for looks from my friend the suicidal Poplar.

I am inside my inside's

mind as he tends to tour jete in play, but anyway...

Today I lay in leaves of fallen day

where in times of lost, children had played

Inside my inside's

hands with the toss of ball

yet solo would stand with other plans

confessing to heaven, he's feeling small.

Inside his inside's

inside a beckoning for need

is grasping for its chance to show

that he too would be able to lead

Inside's inside

to a place where the time of innocence

can lay in twisted hilarious

with his sidekick decadence.

As I lie here watching day turn

into night, inside my inside's

inside I find a deeper passion for the outside

living inside of

me.