Dud Firecracker

Now your time is up, so what will it be?

No one there to help you blow out all those candles,

All those bloated schemes and dreams 

Are destined to turn to ash,

 

You can watch as they burn

Into the sour cream icing,

Or face your fate,

Lie in the bed you made.

 

No heroine badge or red carpet,

You've muddled through,

Stored yourself away 

In a fiery frenzy of your making.

 

Alice bombed out big time,

And the rabbit hole was filled up

Piling the leaves and pieces of mulch

Onto your tea party stories.

 

Bold as can be, 

No tea for the tillerman

Because the tires have gone flat,

And the mad-hatter has lost his hat.

 

One thing is on your side...air,

There's always another fantasy to fabricate,

Because you're just smart like that

At building castles in the sky for yourself.

 

It's good busy work,

But it always comes 

Tumbling down onto you

In the end, doesn't it...

 

But I will have you for dinner one night,

And show you kindness,

In hopes of your renewed faith

And rejuvenated lovely style.

 

 

 

12:32 AM 7/4/2013 

 

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allets's picture

The Tillerman's Tea

Look hard boy, you'll find

one day you'll have a job like mine,

job like mine, job like mine!

Rocks! Or used to until he

became a survivalist and

stopped poeting.

I have the lad on lp vinyl 33rpm

and thought of him when I

wrote about reading works or

listening to music and not

philosophies of the author

(songwriter). Looking for a hard

headed woman is my jam.

Alice is one of my recurring themes.

But of course, you knew that

 

~~A~~

07-04-13

3:31a


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nightlight1220's picture

Yes...did the world get 'too

Yes...did the world get 'too wild' for him?? Glad you liked this.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "