Rag doll, a broken marionette
    you are lifeless
    although you, the doll
    inspire me, the boy
    to wax poetic
        flow rhetoric
                      on sheets of tree, with carbon lead shades,
                      on voice, with ideas
                      on creative flow, with pure raw energy
    and from your shelf 
    in your lifeless
               inanimate form
    you, the doll
                            maniacal grin
       disappear again.        

The East Village Poetry Web
Matt Levy