And, We Manic Dance

Manic Dancing. By Ian Van D. Chandler (The closing line:) The boy with glasses always tries to see further no matter where the satellite flies. Like the girl that found his wings upon the loudest factory. Never show a horizon before the sun rise, Cause they never let the groom see the bride. The angry girl beats the flowers with rusted knives. she finds pleasure in the lightning strike, But cries At the Thunder Clap. Beyond the house she knew, the statues she followed, the windmill sung her favorite song. (La La La) Before photos, I drew her picture, And painted her pretty. Like fiction. We all wander, and pander Thoughts of the manic dancer. And the smallest objects sit, In the largest fields. spinning. Changing which way the wind blows: (La La La) she waits for the lightning. (The opening line:) The boy watches.