Cardboard Sky-poem by Glenn Singer

      laatste update 23 september 2004

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We landed Wednesday laughing loud
with Biezenmortal standing proud
a vision fleshed and standing real
can you imagine how I feel

We laughed
We danced
We hit
We missed
and someone got extremely pissed

a dream took flight
and every night
whatever happened
caught the light

idiot hoodloums surfed the blue
I often stopped and thought of you
the rock and roll that moved my feet
and felt like something good to eat

a lonely beautiful scary feeling
with stage props falling from the ceiling

We hunted everythink in sight
the executioners bloody rite
we lit the darkness dusk to dawn
and praised the mighty drugs we're on

I saw clowns and jerks and waterballoons
and drank too much at all the saloons
pretty faces smiling by
and all beneath a cardboard sky

So the cocks first fear has sent me sleeping
I pass a rock and willow weeping
A Festival of Imperfection
Paella, impulse, and reflection

The Earth lies wet
my eyes aren't dry
I hunger yet
for a cardboard sky.

© Glenn Singer, 2004

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