Monday, November 14, 2011

I shot the thought
Through the heart
I carved the turkey
From the tree
I painted the face
With a frown
I stabbed the poison
From underneath
I wrench the unicorn
With my teeth
Rainbow are made to fly
And flies are made to die
Die are rolled to take a chance
And chance controls our daily dance
Dances preceed our daily death
And death is a grinning girl
Take the steam from my sails
And watch the rainbow die
Colored in deathly Pales
Soon, too soon, I will return
And with me comes a yesterday
Ashes fill a gallows urn
For you and I will never learn.

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