Beholding

In the longing, louvered light,
Out of context, out of sight,
Change your gown, move out of town.
Buy yourself another round.
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Ghetto superlatives, this last resort.
No alternatives, life's too short.
What is this state, where shadows mate?
Bending light beyond the gate.

Upturned noses
Dispensing love in doses.
Here lies your bed of roses,
Round castles in the sand.

Follow hope like Moses
Wandering the land.
A pocketful of poses
And ashes in your hand.

Now please don’t be upset.
Desk clerk dialing cigarette.
Black and whites that echo grey
Empty corridors, Judgement Day.

Upturned noses
Dispensing love in doses.
Here lies your bed of roses,
Round castles in the sand.

Perhaps a swim in the cement pond
Will ease your mind, then woes begone.
Sing a searching, little song.
Find the place where you belong.

Maybe wrap yourself in gauze.
Take up suffering as your cause.
Glaring corridors you can walk
Shaking doorknobs that are locked.

Upturned noses
Dispensing love in doses.
At your wake, the roses
For every piece of cake.

Down in Bellevue
Or maybe Rykers,
A haunted lady
Walks a hungry tiger.


6/27/24
(Zone- S2E6)
From “In the ZONE”- Twilight Zone episode response series