to find a boy like mine
i must scourer the lines
he is not normal in how
the world views normal
he is not just odd he is
revolutionary - a new
being who has stolen
every bit of my heart
and has engrossed my
mind - i don't want to
turn him normal, i do
not need to turn him
mundane like me, he
is not icarus and he is
not lost - he has gifted
himself the ability to
read, write, to fly in a
pretend air-craft; still
his only companion can
not be his mind in this
life - what life needs is
him to smile: to master
polite innuendos, as we
liquefy into dinosaurs
