via Half naked City
He saw her on the skywalk
She looked so pale and thin
He tracked her down through alien town
But she would not let him in
And all those clues nailed up like shoes
Upon a wall of wooden doubt
Wouldn’t do to shake the blues
Nor turn her inside out
The lock she stole from wonderland
Served it’s purpose well
Kept him on the back foot
But served not rumours to dispel
Rumours whispered in the skywells
And shouted down the night
That her heart was cold her purpose cruel
That they ever had the right
To judge her by actions perceived
With gloating eyes that peered
Through the wrong end of the telescope
Through magazines revered
He saw her on the skyway
His camera bit the night
White on black up-lit looking down
Her soul had taken flight
His office strewn with litter-news
He smoked her down his eyes
Her seed a high-lit lover's lip
Whose whisper shouted “lies”
And stood behind that lock
A life in disarray
Where cell-lit walls would stutter
“There are other ways to pay”
Pay in paper. Dressed up as gold
From the of shadows on your shelf
A price that can’t be satisfied
By photos of yourself
He saw her from the skybridge
Awaiting chalk outline
His camera jammed between his teeth
In a moment he would define
As the moment of his wonder
Where all futures did depart
The thin edge of the wedge
A stake right through his heart
But behind her on the billboard
The sky is always blue
Perhaps a puffy cloud
For authenticity to imbue
She looked so pale and thin
He tracked her down through alien town
But she would not let him in
And all those clues nailed up like shoes
Upon a wall of wooden doubt
Wouldn’t do to shake the blues
Nor turn her inside out
The lock she stole from wonderland
Served it’s purpose well
Kept him on the back foot
But served not rumours to dispel
Rumours whispered in the skywells
And shouted down the night
That her heart was cold her purpose cruel
That they ever had the right
To judge her by actions perceived
With gloating eyes that peered
Through the wrong end of the telescope
Through magazines revered
He saw her on the skyway
His camera bit the night
White on black up-lit looking down
Her soul had taken flight
His office strewn with litter-news
He smoked her down his eyes
Her seed a high-lit lover's lip
Whose whisper shouted “lies”
And stood behind that lock
A life in disarray
Where cell-lit walls would stutter
“There are other ways to pay”
Pay in paper. Dressed up as gold
From the of shadows on your shelf
A price that can’t be satisfied
By photos of yourself
He saw her from the skybridge
Awaiting chalk outline
His camera jammed between his teeth
In a moment he would define
As the moment of his wonder
Where all futures did depart
The thin edge of the wedge
A stake right through his heart
But behind her on the billboard
The sky is always blue
Perhaps a puffy cloud
For authenticity to imbue
4 comments:
the rhythm and rhyme in this one are wonderful.... almost a ballad. i like how you have made some unlikely yet totally resonant word pairings. very nice.
Harlequin: The ballad of the stars perhaps?
I were here!
Loving these words-o-yorn.
Cheers!
CoTL: You wus, and I sho am glad you wus.
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