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Dear Ms. Importance
I forgot your name
It was a mistake
When you reminded me I felt your pain
I’ll make it up to you
At any time, any place
Knowwww , I’m not rushing for gold
I’m no 49er
Peace sign and feather I can’t remember
The last time it was 3 and I was tired
Say something, happy or sad
A little emotional, a crier
Bigger than a fool, a liar
Hear me now
I’m writing it on the wallllllll
The scene of you and me looks nice in my mind
Let’s meet up and drawwwww
It out

50s Grade, coffee beans and stains
A young woman walks by in an old dress
The old man stands
Outside on a pedestal
In his Uniform
The sprockets turn in his head
Heart ticks-n-tocks over his wristwatch
Building a vista with a crane
Competence of the brain
On Monday morning
Sits in the stomach like a drain
Freight train over wavesss
Past billboards of all the mistakes
Vivid stares around
Drowned tunnel, stop signs & telephone lines
Look straight into the eyes of the edifice glass
And he tilts his cap down
To the window washers
And the tips flap their way
Into the top hat
You hear it loud as the coins echo to the ground
The wings of pigeons
Fly in the wind
Good day to all with the wave of a hand, like Ma and Pa
The woman turns around

Challenge is for hunger
And we’re all running to nowhere, for wonder
Swords and Shields and Armor
Wings and Wands and Glitter
It makes the world so harmless
We’ve got the true attire
Ignore the 60 seconds, the minutes, the 100 cents & the dollars
Stand up to the wind, the lightning & the thunder
Materials are not real when we wear
Our true attire

Disdain to the materials
In the refrain
Rumor has it
There’s a fresh spot
Down by the French Market
Café and diner
And a fresh pot, of bold
He casts away
Off the Bridge off Wacker
Trying to catch
Something to Sous Chef
A touch, a little finer
But the hook breaks loose
Upstream swims his woman
Cigar butt to the curb
It hurts to hit the concrete burned
Oh, when will her and I return

Challenge is for hunger
And we’re all running to nowhere, for wonder
Swords and Shields and Armor
Wings and Wands and Glitter
It makes the world so harmless
We’ve got the true attire
Ignore the 60 seconds, the minutes, the 100 cents & the dollars
Stand up to the wind, the lightning & the thunder
Materials are not real when we wear
Our true attire

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One Comment

  1. u have such beautiful imagination,
    well put!


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