Inside an out of date philandering jar
But they are not your words to share!
Squeals the girl with rainbow ribbons in her hair;
who chooses to dwell within her head instead of
here beneath the stair in Matty Blue's motel.
Expectations and limitations outweigh her
opaque opal eyes, living within the vibrating
lexicon star and tucked safely away inside
an out of date philandering jar.
So retract your wrongs, return where you belong
if you do not wish for the clay dark days to stray?
Or you will see me and how I'll be all wrapped up
twisted tightly in a windswept winceyette nightie.
I am the horned turtle recited the blighted man
proudly wearing his gutter green wheelbarrow
upon his newly shaven head and the sparrow hawk
looks on, his time is near and soon he will be gone
Inside the soldered lift the air is acrid green and fizzy
around the ledges. He tries not to stare at Lizzie –
the synthetic being but she is all seeing and so
prettily perfect that it would never be worth it!
Her hackneyed blackened boots have taken root.
So your sorrow is hollow, don’t pretend you bend
with thyme. Your internal rhyme will never be mine.
So Lets just finish here my fallow faced erstwhile deer.
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