I pulled an old photograph
Out of a lonely box
Laying on the side of the road in a ditch
Half submerged with a broken lock

The first photo was of a girl
No more than the age of ten
From that moment forward
Is where the journey began

I found it strange that every shot she was in
She appeared alone
Yes, she stood in every picture by herself
As I watched her grow

I saw one in her teenage years
In a captured moment where she was deep in love
The grin she had from ear to ear
Told the story well enough

Time moves on rather quickly
And so did the photos of her life
I came next to a picture where
She became someones wife

Shortly after there was a photo
Where you could see her husband went off to war
It showed in the sadness of her eyes
That he never did return

Just by the expression on her face
I knew what she was going through
And that the love they both had shared
Is what she had most valued

From that point on there was photo after photo
Where she had never found another
It showed in the deepening lines across her face
Her husband had been her only lover

The last picture that I came to
Was of a woman on her death bed
That is when I closed the box
And never opened it again

Clockwork child with neon eyes
you've seen so many things
the death of man and fallen skies
and winter born of spring

Your clockwork mind predicted all
but man was far too dumb
to heed your words upon the wall
and so you just kept sthum

Your clockwork heart broke like a Child
as nature payed the price
and now the dead are neatly piled
beneath a world of ice

Plaid slacks
Feather cap
Argyle socks
Flip phone
Mullet hair
Greasy hands
Crusted fingernails
White belt
Sketchy beard
Members only
Casio watch
Deck shoes
Muscle shirt
Tribal tattoo
Chest hair
Plumbers crack

You look great, Mom!