he can't do that while i'm singing

so full
i could bust at the seams
and plain
like a dried up plum
but then realization
a prune
or a beautiful color
that an artist strives to produce
and to know
and to use
and to make lovely things
on paper

but i'm not paper
or ink
or paint
or produce from
the produce department
or a twist in someone's
cocktail

i'm a smile
and a wink
and there's so much
beneath
what you think you see

a reflection
a rumination
gone wrong
and then right
and then wrong again

you know
and i know
what's right
and what's not
what's fake and
bottled with a label
and placed neatly
in a package
covered in denotation

i'm ranting
and raving
and pissed
and ecstatic and
lovely
but i keep it all inside
like r.w. said