Please tell me sweetly
If you want to stay we
Better do it alone

I’m not trying to rush you
What you want I want too
Stay awhile for the show

Carnival head dress
Women going *******
Tell me where should we go

Stop and smell the blood thirst
Always going feet first
Stay awhile for the show

We are puppets
We are made of yarn

The color Grey and all its shades
Beckoned me to play today
I lit my thumb
And gentile rain
The sky excused
It’s sun-born plague
We laughed and said
“Lets do this again”
I left and Grey left too
Soon my child will play with his
While I walk and whistle this tune

Backwards on a chair
A visage sat and stared
Void of expression
Vacant to depression  
Seasons on his teeth
Tobacco in his lungs
A reservoir he seeks
To empty his mind and enter the sun.

The film Jim was watching was in
Black and White. He’s seen it before
And I
Was a few rows behind.
He loved the theater because it smelled like home
  Before moving away from Minnesota.

His face was medieval, sinister and proud
He suffered quiet desperation
  And hid it between his brow
The movie, epileptic, machine-like and loud
It was a retelling of the Great War
   And it drew in a crowd

  Jim’s favorite part was the silent scenes
The yang to the firefight and circus
  He’d joke and smoke and nudge his fellow solider
Mind without body in a movie without purpose

The film Jim was watching was in
Black and White. He’s seen it before
And I
Was a few rows behind.
He slashed his wrists in his seat that night
Because his body couldn’t live without his mind

They lost Ohio
We remembered they forgot
They lost our sparrow

The Industrial wolf hunts alone
  Contracted from:
  Factory and iron
The Industrial dove is unable to fly
   Her wings were forged and plated
The Industrial pig eats his own kind
  For he is not made of meat
The Industrial sheep, labor and oblivious
  Has never tasted a cream so sweet

“Leave little to the imagination
and more to unbiased opinion”
Said Adam, to the Evening
“I know little of wall paper patterns
and even less of God’s dominion”
Continued Adam, to the Evening
“Give them all they came for, give them all they want
You see, piety is no religion, just as a word is not a font”