Flockprinting.
It's an aggressive, electrostatic action
Using severe heat to force finely-chopped fibers
Onto patterns of fabric
Ultimately resulting in soft touch.
When they told you that this was your assignment
You flockprinted straight jackets and suits of armor
So, I asked if you wanted to trade jobs
Because, damn, baby,
That is poetry
And, yeah, these arms fell backwards
When you did it, chest outstretched
Open to the way you palms-upturned me
I knew you'd be good
I just didn't know how good
Even beforе we met
When thе assignment was to draw words
With their own literal meanings
I would write out each letter of the word LOVE
Using winning-halves of wishbones, melted crayons,
and the toe-tips of the great dancers
Who've quit dancing
Because I don't give up on shit like that.
I always knew I'd find you
Even before we met
When the assignment was to partner up
In ice water and keep our heads above it
I'd watch boys with girls take the shallow-end of the eighth grade
Like sucker fish
Swapping skin-deep aquarium air tubes
Trying to make each other's shivers fit
We don't swim that way
Never gonna
Flockprinter, you have been a long time coming
And the clouds have rolled you in slowly
But I ain't mad at the upshot sky.
Rain? It's my lucky number
It's the author of release
It taught me monsters are easy to come by
So, I went out and found the beast before we met
When the assignment was to incomplete myself
With sad songs and recycled insults
When I was spun-out, eyes-bagged, teeth fist-first,
In lust, and considering Jesus
You were there
You have been the whole journey
And I ain't got nothing against going home to you, Flockprinter
You look good in your tidal wave
Toe-to-toe with the mean blue moon
Head raised up like a lighthouse
You are buttercups spraying out the mouths of doves,
Fireworks stuck in the air
You're a free-standing landing pad
Held together by choir claps
You're a god not afraid to walk with the saviors
Who ride monkeys around on their back
Kicking up mercury
Spreading upward openly
Carrying breath...
Well.
You're an 18-string guitar
Heart-sparking off of roots dancing out of the river's edge
You walk like a free country
With an affinity for thick skin
You live humming to the tune of let loose like a railway
Banging through the middle of Novocaine
An open-winded, underwater fire escape
Flock printer, you have, now are, and always will be
My reflection of individuality
Carried out by the acoustic of a snowflake
Living with a fingerprint
And I am rumble-motion jawbone
Water-logged with ink spots
Smiling ear-to-ear, armed with backbone and busted zoo gates
Promising you, from the bottom of my harmonica pocket
Forever, you will never have another lonely holiday.
Even now, where the assignment is to live without a destination
I end up with you
In the rain, released
Both flockprinting stars
Between me and the beast.
It's an aggressive, electrostatic action
Using severe heat to force finely-chopped fibers
Onto patterns of fabric
Ultimately resulting in soft touch.
When they told you that this was your assignment
You flockprinted straight jackets and suits of armor
So, I asked if you wanted to trade jobs
Because, damn, baby,
That is poetry
And, yeah, these arms fell backwards
When you did it, chest outstretched
Open to the way you palms-upturned me
I knew you'd be good
I just didn't know how good
Even beforе we met
When thе assignment was to draw words
With their own literal meanings
I would write out each letter of the word LOVE
Using winning-halves of wishbones, melted crayons,
and the toe-tips of the great dancers
Who've quit dancing
Because I don't give up on shit like that.
I always knew I'd find you
Even before we met
When the assignment was to partner up
In ice water and keep our heads above it
I'd watch boys with girls take the shallow-end of the eighth grade
Like sucker fish
Swapping skin-deep aquarium air tubes
Trying to make each other's shivers fit
We don't swim that way
Never gonna
Flockprinter, you have been a long time coming
And the clouds have rolled you in slowly
But I ain't mad at the upshot sky.
Rain? It's my lucky number
It's the author of release
It taught me monsters are easy to come by
So, I went out and found the beast before we met
When the assignment was to incomplete myself
With sad songs and recycled insults
When I was spun-out, eyes-bagged, teeth fist-first,
In lust, and considering Jesus
You were there
You have been the whole journey
And I ain't got nothing against going home to you, Flockprinter
You look good in your tidal wave
Toe-to-toe with the mean blue moon
Head raised up like a lighthouse
You are buttercups spraying out the mouths of doves,
Fireworks stuck in the air
You're a free-standing landing pad
Held together by choir claps
You're a god not afraid to walk with the saviors
Who ride monkeys around on their back
Kicking up mercury
Spreading upward openly
Carrying breath...
Well.
You're an 18-string guitar
Heart-sparking off of roots dancing out of the river's edge
You walk like a free country
With an affinity for thick skin
You live humming to the tune of let loose like a railway
Banging through the middle of Novocaine
An open-winded, underwater fire escape
Flock printer, you have, now are, and always will be
My reflection of individuality
Carried out by the acoustic of a snowflake
Living with a fingerprint
And I am rumble-motion jawbone
Water-logged with ink spots
Smiling ear-to-ear, armed with backbone and busted zoo gates
Promising you, from the bottom of my harmonica pocket
Forever, you will never have another lonely holiday.
Even now, where the assignment is to live without a destination
I end up with you
In the rain, released
Both flockprinting stars
Between me and the beast.
( Buddy Wakefield )
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