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These 4 Wallas
These 4 walls
She stares with those big brown eyes
glazing over from the images
of a square fantasy world
Mentally masturbating the oozing
daydream droplets which swim
upstream along radio waves
This is her escape from a reality hidden
behind locked doors of depravity where
hushed family secrets is her gravity
From his nightly hands crawling over pastel
speckled bed sheets with no restraint creeping
into her bedroom as she cries so faint
While Momma sails adrift on that sinking ship
Methamphetamine, she becomes this pedophile’s
little slave sex fiend
Perhaps calgon can take her away to from these
Stained four walls closing in on this ill fated girl,
trapped inside her own American Idol swirl
Her different strokes are the beats of her feet that pass
by prostitute row towards school parks is the only yellow
brick road of Oz that she knows
So she prays to this electric god to spin her
into a wonder woman who flies thru cloudless skies
in an invisible jet to hide her in disguise
Because here in this space she has no tears for fears
or shouts with whispered pouts because here in this space
she plays in a little house on the prairie guarded by a digital fairy
But Alice is lost in this mirror less wonderland with no salvation
and hiding behind plastic LCD screens with pixels bouncing
To reality shows illumination decantation
For Arian
Copyright ©
William Patterson
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