Been
Running
for a long time
sooner or later
its
cut down
or
cut off.
The Childs
Story:
Fingers tapping
merchandise
in mint ( ) -
where’s my stuff?
There are no records
prior to incarnation
its my case before commission
fudge lollipops
officer?
This is the first time I’ve seen you here
are you desperate?
Don’t you
have a mind of your own?
I kept everything safe
your experiments - the funny thing
I think I was freed (in here)
We’re
all
a
factory of broken machines
very
few
can
be fixed,
most
should be scrapped.
does it all look shady
blame me all you want
but from whence comes this spirit of fire?
You
TOLD him you knew -
I lied
(no not me, him)
while arias played
on stagnant soirées
dark dresses
of understated elegance
covering
worms within.
It was Caravaggio I think
the
child
and the woman with full red lips
gaze averted
background stairs to a Room.
Morphs
from young to old
under a bridge of memories
was it easier
then?
The
grey skies would not say.
somehow it didn’t seem fair
did
it
as shots were fired in slums of yesteryear.
You’ve come a long way
while
doors remained closed
with brass handles so polished
our
faces reflected our futures.
Some of your people are looking for you
John
Doe.
He
said:
I’ve
worked so long
so
hard
all
my life
to
get where I am
so
long
I
forget what I even wanted to be.
You
wanted to be someone -
and you
are.
Aren’t you?
from a rain filled bucket
I
like it here
you
make me feel safe
but her fingers were crossed
and she was lying
despite evident innocence
(aren’t
her eyes sad?)
One cant trust a trapped bird.
Or an experimented mouse.
The girl who rang the doorbell was
not her
and the woman so dainty (?)
not her mother (?)
its nice to see you (?)
its lovely to see you too (?)
You’ve been well I hope (?)
yes, and you (?)
the
laughter around the clock
on
the face of it
was
chilling.
How long have I known you
I know its you
the smart one of the family
the genius
the vision
the one out the
box
NO an easy way out
I owe him at least that.
you can like him all you want
but you can never tell him.
If they want us to step away
so badly
why are we fighting?
For
what?
Keep us safe through imminent transactions
the
creep at her back
manipulating
files
and the
electrical storm
entered the
basement
on the heels of a
Mad Man.
a power
purge
a deluge of
fudge lollipops.
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