Ribbon silk
On the upper stilts
Held up
While I am looking down
In the heights of love
But down from the
Wedding gown
Ribbon silk
On the upper stilts
Held up
While I am looking down
In the heights of love
But down from the
Wedding gown
Beer eyes
On a late night
Feeling up for the changes
Coming
In plain sight
Beyond the nose
Of the dogs of democracy
Voluntary crazy
We have come to be
No sight
Or sound
Could bring us back together
Now
Where the differences divide
Has dug in quite far
Full of liquid melted tar
Beyond the nose
Will be more problems
Where our senses
Can’t go
My shallow stitches
Have broken
My old ways
Have come out
In the open
Order the new surgeon
In
To make me all good
Again
Thundering crook
Took his last look
At a table set
To make his own
Little did he know
That below the table
Sat a man
Who had the same plan as his own
As the crook grabbed the table
The two quickly became unstable
The alarm rang out
And they both went to jail
Together
Not alone
Bumpy folds
Where I go
When the night is long
And the days are slow
Over the crest of the
Starched shirts
Is a new day
Waiting to start
Howl into the day
The ones who complain
The most
Have the most jagged teeth
For biting and losing
Their minds
Howling late into the night
When I am sleeping off
The time
Overwhelmed
Intimidated
Frustrated
Confused
These are the words
Dominating the news
I read
And I am ready for
Something new
I have discovered language flaws
A pool above ground
Is still a soundly referred to pool
Where a full pool under the land
Is a pool as well
This seems injust
Wrong
Language is flawed
I knew this all along
Hotel chains
Where we go to sleep
Chain the hotels
When we go easy
Or we go late
Hotel chains
Are trying to make changes
With plastics and disposables
I know though
That the hotel chains are changing