"The Ocean, the Sky were blue"
Cars run through the valley
Filled with smoke
And children rode on
Coughing so not to choke
I just breathed.
There was music
In the distance
And the band played on
And babies cried
And the sun marched on.
I just watched.
I lost an arm
Then I lost two
And then both legs gone
The ocean, the sky were still blue
I just laid there.
A pot full of dirt
Where seeds used to be
Just became dirt upon dirt
And never a tree to shade me
I closed my eyes.
And walls decay
As walls will always do
Men went off to war
Never to return to you.
I just died.
"Ducktails and Iron Presses"
Ducktails and iron presses
Smokestacks pour out
Upside down gray dresses
As they blow up casually.
Belled curves and gawking eyes
Red, electric, flashing bright
Do their best to try and disguise
Their betraying hearts,
Their white noised lies.
And women, like factories
Just produce more of the same
Red faced ideallyic
Half attention driven
Half naked ashame
The wind with quiet eyes
And nonsensical silent hands
Just lifts those skirts
High into the trees
Or drops it down low
Down to the ankles
Down to the knees
While the green flushed leaves
Hide the innocent knots
Of onlooking trees.
