Sing Me a Song - Cheryl Penn and Chance.

Bricks

cheated  of their savings

asked the question

when there’s no body

is it murder?

O MAN! Get a Danish -

it makes the mind clearer.

Get me some ice

or a new partner

A lack of conviction

killer philanthropy

she wants to speak to you

(juvenile services)

Slow Move Towards

AN Exit

it roughs up the scouts

AND

she wants

to return to the streets where she can

see

in the dark.

and be

a graceful  linerlocked folder                        

in deep relief

lost in patterns

of Radiating Ladders.

let me show you something

the gem of the orient

Buster Warenski’s  metal cup

with viable switchblades

you have me confused

with a rib jersey

its my destiny

will we bleed out?

The notes made

his hands burn

and the sky was so dark

the dance -

he did not want to do this

clashing swords

mind your heads

we can play

but not forever

one day it will be real

I said STOP!

Oath of the  Horatii

over the fireplace

what/where was this anyway?

the best interrogator

on the force

Or justice

counting coins

may I help you?

the man, the myth or the legend?

how are you dealing with this?

she’s scheduled to be

displaced

please step back

a snatched kid

what don’t you understand?

track the blows

the responsible must be brought to justice

(Counting Coins?)

I made a promise -

so?

I was up there

we all know that much

it was covered,

but not at first

you saw in the dark?

I can see in the dark.

I TOLD you

I can see in the dark.

the city through the windows looked

normal?

leave now

before

it gets real.

look into my eyes am I lying?

mind you

that’s just a theory

if I didn’t pay who did?

A drop off point -

a mastermind

in the stratosphere.

what are you talking about

weather balloons rise up

getting colder and colder

brittle

We all crack under pressure.

were you ever here?

the timing

works out.

if you find it

will you let me go?

that’s the deal

lift the man hole

she’ll use a pen to break free

from the shadows

lack of light

and all that is not right.

She told the truth

you’re going to need these

while she runs

and returns to the streets where

she can see

in the dark.

to what do I owe this honour?

Now that you mention this

can we stop the dance?

you have proof?

I only heard

Don’t be modest

you’re the crown prince

of parking lots

what are you protecting?

who gave the order

to commit

the offence of that address?

There’s a rumor

a trouncing

revenge?

(…---…)

How did you get this?

It wasn’t hard

it will give you nightmares

I have those anyway

he promised

do you BELIEVE?

he will try -

of that I am certain.

You cant but trust me

I told you

THERE’s A WAR COMING

and

Nobody looks for a dead man.

This war

why?

I just know

its justice counting coins

in desolate blocks

     a road trip

 and sultry voice

believing that’s plenty

BUT

let me take a closer look -

I need more than good pipes.

I need a weapon.

light as seeds

I seem to have

fallen through time

sing me a song

of time that has gone

send me a day

cold and unseen

trimmed with the sky

the commander of moors

are you here of your own

choice?

Steel blue gaze

I appreciated your concern

slipping on anger

like a glove

but I’m a guest

Very well then

STRIKE HER

the high land

of galloping hooves

a heaviness

the standing stones

my own people on tumbling sands

respect or hostility?

the mud clung

with no recognition

a child that has seen too much.

a village

enemy territory

but the horses were tall

the men fierce

will you sing me a song?

follow me

through

the lilac surprise

always

a story to tell

Are you famished?

Need I say more?

You may look the part

or

informally the chief

but

I fail to

understand a single word

Y

elusive

at best.

Yellow bulbs clashed with neon light 

the coffee was stale.

What’s this?

dark sunlight

tall medieval windows

a tragic death

a progressive plan

for the asylum.

The chandelier caught

the light bulb flashes

and bounced off

tomorrow

- a day of celebration.

Land is coming his way

and the plates must be

PERFECTLY clean.

What did we share

you cross a line

freedoms we take for granted

on lands not our own.

Puzzling?

Your sympathies are muddied

fired upon in broad daylight.

Dark shadows

shaped like books

turning the pages of

curiosity

Holy Writ.

Are you hiding?

Hiding?