Machine Guns

So you wonder and think

Or relax back and rely on instinct?

Is the magical far away land an

Impulse a pulse of creative editing towards perfection

The long dreamed creatures I imagined in reflection

Dark desires and dreams power the child life of strings attached to plastic

I wrapped it around my sandwich and about my self

Cast a molded figuring and unfolded the seams

Replaced the arms with machine guns

To blow up bad guys but I know

I can never make a home a life in a figurine

Not supposed to think yet through me he I do does

My life might be built around fantasy of revenge and desires

Too high for my hands to reach

But at least I have machine gun hands

Bitch