I
Put my
Coin into the
Slot
And watch the
Plastic horses
Galloping away.
Now my ears sing
And I lead straight lines to circles,
Into symbols for the eye inside the glass ball,
Its blinking is its calling.
I carry it,
Cables dripping from my sleeves
Stumbling out of
And from
The oceans favour,
Back to my own arms.
Feeding back the seagulls to the breeze.
The thunder feeds my compass
To a sun lost in a forest.
Thrown into boxes with carpeted walls;
I find myself playing
Heavy metal.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
I
Put my
Coin into the
Slot
And watch the
Plastic horses
Galloping away.
Now my ears sing
And I lead straight lines to circles,
Into symbols for the eye inside the glass ball,
Its blinking is its calling.
I carry it,
Cables dripping from my sleeves
Stumbling out of
And from
The oceans favour,
Back to my own arms.
Feeding back the seagulls to the breeze.
The thunder feeds my compass
To a sun lost in a forest.
Thrown into boxes with carpeted walls;
I find myself playing
Heavy metal.