High Fidelity

High fidelity; crown on your head

You wear it like a burnt marshmallow

Lying between your teeth

Sticky, charred and sweet.

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On the pointy end of a stick

You stuck it directly in the fire

After licking it against the edges of flame

Eating the dinner I cooked in service

To my co-dependency on you.

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For me, you said.

As Kings say to their subjects

Loyal servants to thrones

Of narcissist flame.

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Sitting, you eat burnt bird bones

On your throne by the fire,

No napkin to wipe fictional tears so

You use the feathers of fallen angels dancing

In the shadows you try to own.

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Carry me over the threshold of your

Dreamiest nightmares, scaring people

With a kind smile and unsmiling eyes

Only the trained can see.

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Desperate nights lead to dazed days

On the mantle of your truest desires

That you are so ashamed of that you

Have to cage birds in and hide the key

So that they always wonder what that

Longing is that they feel.

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It's freedom from cages they did not build

But that you sung lullabies to construct

Daydream indoctrinations as their canary

Hearts watched you devour sweet gelatine

By the cackling fire, and their stomachs twisted

On the key you convinced them to swallow

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To hide in their bellies so that

You can tell them that

They are the ones

Trapping themselves

And all they have to do

Is make themselves small enough

To squeeze between the cage bars

So they can fit more comfortably

In the palms of your hands.

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Because the only infidelity that matters

Is infidelity to the King,

Who crowned himself

In the dark fire of his own mind

Where the stickiest sins live.