07-29-2016, 06:30 PM
Original:
The figurines in the cuckoo room
a mechanism to escape
the bane of all desperation is not being able to free them
a half-covered-moon is only a quarter-of-a-night’s risks.
fists etched in wood; uncurled
battling stiffness and mechanical waves
nausea at the start of another twang at three
Pulled by strong movers; intricate gears.
Oh dance marionette, dance along with me.
Oh It was just me.
stretching along the walls of the cubic room
in black; a colorless dress,
spun out of energy on a half pirouette,
a slight scrape beneath the foot,
indeed tonight, not the best of nights out
The figurines in the cuckoo room
a mechanism to escape
the bane of all desperation is not being able to free them
a half-covered-moon is only a quarter-of-a-night’s risks.
fists etched in wood; uncurled
battling stiffness and mechanical waves
nausea at the start of another twang at three
Pulled by strong movers; intricate gears.
Oh dance marionette, dance along with me.
Oh It was just me.
stretching along the walls of the cubic room
in black; a colorless dress,
spun out of energy on a half pirouette,
a slight scrape beneath the foot,
indeed tonight, not the best of nights out