Once I knew a girl
Her name was Beautiful

Her limbs were sticks portuding
From her body with bones
Wrapped in cellophane and
Vein-bows tied around her wrist
With sun bleached leather
Hair cropped around her chin waving
With the wind into those muddy
Eyes squinting into the rain watching
Each drop slide down her mountain
Nose cascading off her sunken cheeks
Almost forming pools of sorrow
Under her penetrating gaze while those
Short eyelashes bat away the tears of
Years of pain and ugliness that has
Sunk into her skin like a storm after
The longest drought of questioning

I once knew a girl
Her name was Beautiful

No one wanted to touch her
Or embrace her or grab her hand
And hold her each of their
Fingers entwined together because
Then they might catch the
Different disease and there'd
Be no hope now would there because
No one can love someone who
Isn't anyone but themselves even
With their own hideousness encasing
Them like a glass box where everyone
Anyone can see you in your
Nakedness of imperfections laid
Out before them to trace outside of
Your invisible cage and that is what
It was like for her but she never said
A word to anyone because she deserved it

I once knew a girl
Her name was Beautiful

And she was so beautiful with
Her thoughts made out of the
Things that aren't really in
This world anymore like
Creativity and originality they
Just jumped off her fingertips onto
My skin and danced in the colorful
Part of her eyes a kaleidoscope of
Chaos mounting off her pupils while
She spoke in song and lyrics forgotten
By humanity because in her insanity I
Found neither was I truly sane and
Something inside of me wanted to go
After her and her sunshine footprints imprinted
On my thoughts even if she was an
Outcast I could be exiled to if I
Truly wanted to think for myself and
Become something other than the machine
I have been brought up to be and I think
I saw God in this girl where most people
Wouldn't think that God would be because
Personality is all right as long as it isn't
Bold or bright or beautiful like she was but
She wasn't in our eyes she didn't deserve
The name of Aphrodite because her
Image wouldn't slip off our tongues so
Limber and casually graceful down our
Neck to neck heart to heart twisting
Turning tasting sexuality down our
Throats no she would never (could never)
Do such things to things like us

But I still knew this girl and
I still knew her to be Beautiful like
I could not be beautiful even if
I were the most adored woman across
This world because she spoke in
Poetry of things I only wish I could
See and feel and even be but in
All reality I am the ugly one cast
Down inside this endless material
Place of sunglasses pushed up my
Nose and thoughts pushed through
My mouth so I can be beautiful and
Mindless like everybody else and
Perhaps had I grasped her and grabbed
Her and held this Beautiful girl for
A moment my fate would not have
Been fate at all but lack of
Destiny in freedom without ignorance

I once knew a girl
Her name was Beautiful

But now she's gone to death
Her last and only lover