Dorothy Orange
I thought that it meant
I don’t know what
Dorothy Orange -
That I would
stay away?
What happens if
?
captures your
spirit
and we’re lost
again and again
under Red
Chinese lanterns
glowing Umber
swaying in a strange breeze
tumbling vigilantes
drowning in
depthless
puddles at zebra crossings
looking over
her shoulder
at too many yesterdays.
I thought that it meant
I don’t know what
Dorothy Orange -
That I would
stay away?
May I come in?
The final
starts at 9
Don’t
go to the bottom
snapshots
lost
in the past
moments
needing protection
from
fading
forevers.
Can you replace
me
a
double shift
I’ve
done your laundry
since
you’re 6
Back
off
eat your
breakfast.
The music
at present sped up
the worlds first
hydro magnetic
energy is powering up but the trains
are
so
s
l
o
w
on orange grids
designed by me.
When did you do this?
why?
There’s
something
you’re
not
telling
me
you
always look down
when
I ask
Tell
ME!
I
need the truth.
I
NEED to know.
it will hurt you
the genetics
was why
they ran away
over and
over
at 7 every morning.
He wouldn’t look at me
but a point
continually
over my
shoulder
he wouldn’t
speak
except
in mon-o
syllables
never
remembering
even
my
name.
Welcome Dorothy Orange
to the dark corridors
of home
your eyes will
adjust
its better that
way
as you
face
your
own cadaver.
Orange yesterdays
60 seconds to
impact
this is not as
I imagined
it would be
you had such
potential
such fierce
intelligence
NO!
- you
only contacted me
through your
averted assistants.
Your childhood
had to be sacrificed
for something greater
have your hands
started to
twitch
Dorothy
Orange?
a
hyper occasion
of
genetics
beginning
at your age.
The greatest
inheritance
I can give you
the ability to stay alive
in perpetual
sunlight
on burnt orange corner cafes
classic inbox
looking
at the world
and
imagining
it
better.
change
is not a slogan
its persistence
and holograms
hopes and dreams, but not today.
Music choice
The Blue Danube
I
thought it was your duty
to
save me?
Exciting
news?
no,
stainless
steel corridors
someone
else’s project I interrupted?
All
thumbs
The cat had an orange knot
did you key in
my birthday?
We’re a giant
business you know
restoring
investor confidence
did you have an
Orange breakup?
Plausible
deniability
what
was he thinking??
Did
no-one declare him incompetent?
He needed you
to make
his choices
clear
WHAT’s
THE ONE THING?
THE ONE THING?
He wanted all
the files
as I descended
the steps
ghosts of 10
years
I went to
Brazil
on a
merry-g-round
the model thing
was exhausting
as we watched
boats
crash bridges
it was always
The
Question.
It
was always complicated
I have to go.
There’s something
on the corner
it
wasn’t his fault
the blue prints
with electrical
eyes
Progress on orange
stepping
stones
the difference
is
no
one will
miss
you
missing
secret
stations.
Same train
EVERY
morning
a
secret station
Cell
phone on silent
Hey -
Can I see you?
The music tumbled down
familiar
pathways
spontaneous
outreach
the robot
turned red-orange.
Its market day
can we salvage
the ground rules?
Stop humming
venom
extraction
and don’t tell
me I look
amazing
The light is in
my eyes
and
its tears you’re touching,
not water
f
a
l
l
s
He
WAS an electrical grid
splendid
ice-cream
rummaged
whispers
have
you been following me?
going no-where
just watching
transcribed brick walls
and spiders
weaving stones.
Just once a
day,
some
days
every day
to
make sure
they drink from
the orange
cup
of primordial
pain
an oral exam
for Oxford.
(the music was
appropriate)
Vangelis?
I was sent away
I tried to forget everything
including
you
we were both
dumped
pebbles
crossing a river
skipping
like empty
briefcases
spandex
extra terrestrials
eventually
everything will
be alright?
H G wells and
the Invisible Man
ask them
THEY dropped
separate orange coins.
I wanted them
all to see me
but no-one did
he drowned in
the first
hydro-magnetic
power
surge.
The
image became
just
data
and
the city
died
just
a
digital
realm.
On opening the cupboards
in a digital realm
beware of
flying suits and
breaking stories.
Its just DogTown, Boys.
Direct Nerve System
Interface.
Re-directed
trains
on empty platforms
petri
dishes
of
completed downloads
a deal
with foreign
powers
elimination
of existence
from
Rembrandts tomb.
There’s
something else
I cannot be replicated
replicated
replicated
I have
destroyed
My
Boy
nothing in this
world
to protect
what I have
created
(Bach?)
A containment
team
dressed by Zhang Xu
in orange???
The symphony was
magnetic
Do you need me?
I need you.
I had a friend once
it didn’t work out
yeah,
me too.
Radio Active
Isotopes
Amazing what
one can do
In
a bedroom.
Are you still
going to Oxford
he never made it to human trials.
I
thought
it
would be easier
this
way -
time
to let it go?
share the victory
a shot at something great
while opening
large handled
glass doors
April 29th
I need an access code
transfer the
list
what
did she want
on the orange river
the next move?
Remember
me?
(Planet
Suite).
you’re wrong
we’re moving forward
with
or without you
are
you onboard?
music
gathering momentum,
spilling
over costly books
chaos knocked on doors
the
future
lies
in
Well
Wells
and
diagnostic tests.
You had it ALL THIS TIME?
shouldn’t be together
make an orange choice
between two
domes
crime scenes
while the Other
climbed into a
manufactured suit
and desired
the cut of
transmission
lines.
Nebula’s?
Repeat Planet
Suite
(and ask Holst)?
Rod said
Rhythm
Girl
Is
this enough -
Jumper
cables
and
Praying Mantis
you know you need me - don’t hang up!
Two
years
everyone
out
it
was decided to fight
the
best (?) way they could
my
question
can I count on you?
It’s a Word War out there
Semantics
shot to pieces
on
chaotic wave lengths -
will
the scholar-ships
still
hold?
you phoned your father
and
he wanted
to
spend
some
time
alone
with
(her/them/him/she/HER)
She?
MAKE
TIME!
She reminds me of Dorothy
without red shoes
and yellow
brick roads
its bright orange
beauty
and
We would have
liked
everything to change
the few last transcripts
but
no one can feel
sorry
- Dorothy -
I
feel everyone has a right to know.
Dorothy
Orange
we were so SPECTACULAR
on supersonic skateboards.
Come my beauty, rise,
though your
underbelly
lies exposed.
Vodka anyone?
We’re on our
way to Mars
flying clockwork pieces
(Not Orange).
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