ISN’T

 


Isn’t gone isn’t forgotten, isn’t lost to time 

Isn’t poking eyeballs out from beneath this slanty rhyme

Isn’t Batman isn’t Robin, isn’t Mr. Freeze 

Isn’t saving kittens isn’t hanging them up in trees 

Can’t be defined by what you’re not 

Can’t do the chaser without the shot

Can’t pilfer minutes from your clock 

Can’t bring em back again 

Isn’t carved in alabaster isn’t a cartoon 

Isn’t abstract animal assembled from balloon

Isn’t pulled in 12 directions not super glued to the floor 

Isn’t valentined after like Dorothy Lamour

Can’t be defined by what you’re not 

Can’t lace the shoes and forget me knot

Can’t speak in sidewalk without chalk

Can’t keep your secrets in

Isn’t spun among the living isn’t netherworld 

Isn’t clutching to yourself like umbrella ununfurled 

Isn’t curly twirly whispy isn’t a straight line

Isn’t born under a semi fractured neon sign 

Can’t be defined by what you’re not 

Can’t connect the transitory dot

Can’t crack the lake without a rock

Can’t start it all again 

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