Little girl is left right handed;
Operation’s been disbanded
In the hype that life demanded,
Pray you’ll find what others hinder,
Say they’re blind, yet, under tinder,
Burn like fire, and lies within, yes,
There’s a world that’s made of mind;
Find it if you stay half-blind,
Or end up in thinner rind,
Yet like fireflies, and in the skies I see your eyes.
Broken bones and lies- don’t tell me I
Have less than gumption of the rise.
Yes, it’s bright in light, and see your sight;
Don’t fight it, if the rhymes take up your time,
Then, above the crime, you’ll find that you’re mine.
Blackened bases shine like pistol
Dust; excrement of Helios’ thistle;
Say this is my final missal,
But penance of the inner eye,
It sees the things I cannot hide;
To you, my niece, I must confide,
Raven black, and heads of Angels
Glow about the face of shambles;
It’s force that shall not be changed, yes?
Those flour-heads are listening, see snowflakes white,
They’re glistening, And sunshine brilliant, blissfully,
In the imber, amber starlight.
Praise everything you see, and free that gorgeous amenity
To reach the place of you and me,
Don’t douse my umber firelight.
Pushed out of where it belongs,
At least you’ll hide from all the throngs;
Left on a passed A-track, A-song,