January 9, 2012

The lines were too dead for urgency The shaman couldn't be reached The celebration is an emergency, My heart was finally breached. The crime scene, darker, meaner, time slower, A pandemonium should have happened there But it was outside, and my line was dead Or it was just this party has no power, The ghouls tried while I had a spinning head. The call was nearer, clearer, the light brighter The master could be easily reached The place, better, cleaner, safer, prettier The celebration couldn't be impeached. The garden with lights that forever burn Welcomes me with songs of joy, I can fly now, I giggle in my every turn Here, I don't need a kind of toy, One last look..Tears. I will never return. January 11, 2017, bestrevolver.