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stacked high at the end of Seventh St
in a darkened alley, as high as seven feet
is a condominium of empty dreams and hope
falling down in the rain, slipping down the slope
home to many of one of the finally lost
coming home, breathing crystals of frost
averaged by the meaning of the total cost
Here, they are no more less, than garbage tossed
stacked high at the end of Seventh St
where home and hearth is just a heartbeat
where a pillow under the head is just concrete
there is nothing less than a lie, a thief or a cheat
and laying on the ground, with nothing to eat
is an act of defiance but the moment is fleet
stacked high the end of Seventh St
in an alley that echoes with the sound of defeat
compressed paper layers become home complete
here lays just one person,
inside his castle of cardboard,
blessing the Virgin Mary for his penthouse suite
Lawrence Davis was a veteran
who died without a next of kin.
He's buried in the cardboard box
That the V.A. shipped him in.
Being dead, he cannot tell
cardboard from Mahogany.
We, the living, take offense
at the insult to this man's dignity.
Some men lie still in foreign fields.
Some sailors sleep beneath the waves.
Larry got a cardboard box
from a 'grateful' nation he helped to save.
What do you do
when you realize
your life as you know it
is a cardboard cutout,
a dollhouse scene,
Of what your life should be.
Of what it once was.
The people in my life are characters
A backdrop in the place of reality.
Scenery behind my doorstep.
Photographic fire in the fireplace.
Tiny kitchen cutlery that isn’t sharp.
Staged people in my living room
at literally, a lifeless party.
A fantastic picturesque magazine spread in Southern Living.
And I am a part of this falseness.
I am a creator of this un-reality.
I am a willing participant in this stagnant stage of my life.
This life, this love, this truth
Is a figment
Is a dream
Is a scene of a scene.
I remember when green was green
And blue was blue
And I breathed in newness in every breathe.
Reality bowed down in servitude
And I took every step into a setting sun
The world around me, my partner in crime
As I took it by storm.
The tragedy here
Is knowing that life and love and truth barren
Is knowing it naked
As it really is.
As it really was.
And knowing that you’ve settled for the cardboard cutout
is recognizing you’ve given up.
You’ve settled for second best.
You’re taking the doll house route to life.
You’d rather watch the movie than live it out.
It’s cowardice at its best.
Bent and broken, she stumbles along
Looking for a place to sleep
Tired and lonely, her family now gone
She has no tears left to weep
Eighty years old, she's seen it all
A woman who fell through the cracks
She keeps marching on refusing to fall
Not caring for the things that she lacks
Another victim of circumstance
She keeps looking for something to eat
She looks through trash to find her next meal
A task she's cursed to repeat
Fifteen years it's been this way
She no longer knows the meaning of shame
Once she owned a home and her dreams
But now she has the recession to blame
She keeps moving on from place to place
Doing what she can to get by
Her home is now a cardboard box
The place where she'll probably die
She sits all alone with all that she owns
Underneath a broken street light
She lays herself down in her cardboard home
And passes away in the night
Cardboard box on an empty street
Snow lightly falling
A small figure, huddled inside
I hear her begging
Just for a light
Her hands are blue
Her hope all run out
Nothing left in her
No more will to go on
I want to move on
Enough cold already in my heart
A small timid whisper
Comes from her mouth
Not more than a breath
Nothing close to a word
A streetlamp shine nearby
It lights up the box
And hearkens the sky
The small face stares up
Timid and frozen
I do not know what I have to give
But I open my heart
I reach out, and.
and school yard loyalty
when a cardboard box
was a castle, under trees
we played all day
till the stars sung our names
i looked to you
through the cut out doors
traced in blue
you said we can run away
in suede suitcases
filled with tubes
if you knew the game
why did you push those needles
i always could of loved
but how did you run alone
through our castle door
hopped those speeding trains
fled to abandoned planes
and you filled those strangers beds
just to feel that lift
i was your younger self
i believed in nothing more
leave the artists
alone with their dreams
all those hurtful days
will become their masterpiece
but I'm a single wing
a monarchs arm
that rests on the peek
of our castles farm
you left me alone out here
with big shoes to fill
wearing my daisy dress
bleached with our mothers tears
i always thought you had it good
you where the silhouette
of my shadows dream
but in the end
of this threaded world
i sit on a bench
filled with city birds
and i look past the cracks
of our castle doors
to see my loneliness
apart from your beaten war.
Curtain up on cardboard courtyard, spotlight moon frames first figure seated
Logeverchy ~ Ache not solemn heart for solitude of beat tears night asunder,
leaving my breast a hollow soul, as I alone am left to wonder.
Wait whom skulks in shadows midst and pry's on secret pain,
come hither phantom make intention known or as my heart be slain.
Vanalausch ~ Tis I my lord your honoured bondsman see my hand a letter,
scented with a hint of promise, from the Maiden of Valetta.
Logeverchy ~ Can it be nay be away foul night vapours of fetid cheese
and with your words and false hopes another may ye tease.
oh if but for a chance halt, again to me and may in truth
Thy proffered offering give unto doubtful mind unreputed proof.
Curtain falls and again rises on silk draped bed chamber where a maid attends her lady
Anvibility ~ If er' heaven blest so sweet a union let it be this night
and may his heart on feathered wings be given up to flight.
Nuxominal ~ Hush lest your words meet with unwelcome ears
and give voice to tongue to speak aloud my fears.
Hast thou not heard the footfalls upon yonder stair,
I know not what evil deed awaits my true love there.
Anvibility ~ I will away and light a lamp and place it by the door,
if only now to settle thee and to guide to thee amour.
Curtain closes and reopens painted canvas corridor with candle flickering
Logeverchy ~ Be it ever thus that so simple a light could herald me such hope
for two in stolen moments steal away and into night elope.
Door is opened by Anvibility and Logeverchy enters bed chamber as Nuxominal looks up
Anvibility ~ Harken my words and be away let not this moment bind you,
the horses and provisions wait lest now her father find you.
exit stage left lights fade curtain falls and all is quiet..
i don't know what it was
was it something you said?
the way you moved?
spending time with you
fall in love with
with this city grass
and with warm coffee
and friendship again.
i felt as if
we owned the world
just you and i
standing on top
with a pack of camels,
and unsaid dreams.
now you're leaving
and even if you died right now
and you never spoke again,
i would smile
close my eyes,
and whisper to the brightest star
"thank you for making me fall in love with the world,
and most importantly
have no idea
how much you mean to me.
and you will never know
that the day before you told me
"i'm moving away"
i wished on the brightest star
"whatever it may be, let him be happy."
i love you, always.