She’s worn her clothes so long
And now they are worn out
The city is tired out
The streets are worn out

She wears the same clothes
She washes them and then she wears them
Like the moth is worn out by flying
Like the bird is worn out by preening

The full moonlight glow brightly
Crisply defined in the pool of blackness
But the clothes that she has worn for so long
Are now worn out

It is not by the laws of the seasons
It is not by the capacities of wardrobes
It is the absence of distant planet
It is the wearing away of coastlines

It is the gap between full moons
It is the length of endless tunnels

The rules of the skin
Are thermometers, are barometers
Science became involved
When skin asked for a king

The rules of the skin
Are eyes, are pictures
The movies became involved
When kin wore clothing

The planets turn nakedly in their orbits
With barely an atmosphere
Skin moves thinly
And makes the whole body cold

While animals sleep on the frosty ground
And the moon relishes her cold mirror
Skin demands gold fabric and pearl buttons
To cover her broken machinery

The bird of justice
Is as hard as stone
Criminals are warming
Like spiders from their eggs

They cover the bird of justice like tar
She runs through the woods
She is captured by a sea captain

He puts her in a cage in his cabin
Where she instantly dies of shock

The bird of justice cannot move her wings
Her eyes cannot see a living soul
An evil spirit put a spell on her
And now her justice is cold

Looking behind me
I see affirmations like columns of stone
In those stone columns is trapped
The water of love

Who could be so cold as to seal it in?
Who could be so hot as to dry it up?

That their affirmations are rare
Are vultures of jealousy

If humanity has a sea level
It is a thin cover of water over the sand
It does not make things grow
In the heart

It affirms the rocks and stones
But it leaves but so many of its children

In our Easter disguises
Are thatched roofs
Lifted by the wind
The masks of children
Are left on the streets

In our Easter disguises
We follow the seasons of wheat
And give up eternity
Of the human heart

The fertility of the land
Comes once a year
We give birth to babies

under our Easter disguises
our faces fade away
our breath begins to smell foul
our sense begin to ruin us

do you make winter fuel expensive
does wealth dwindle in inter?

Do we crawl into summer like abandoned pets?
Do we need fattening up?

Can you keep the storehouse full
Yet make fire worth a fortune

Can you clothe the king in gold braid?
While we sit by an empty fire grate

To those who make fire for money
Will fire come to you freely?

I slept in a classroom
Made of people
The walls were made of people
The desks were their desks

I moved around
From one group to another
People were all I cared about
People were all I cared for

Then someone invited me to the door
And I looked out to see
With astonishment
The glowing cloud
The mushroom cloud
Of a distant explosion

We are not afraid
To nuke them said our leader
We will defend our interests

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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