What I saw wasn’t
there
A picture unpainted
A mouse untrapped
Behind a blank
curtain
It is not for certain
Mind unseen
From a glitter no
gold
Come on up
Show us on the board
Step lightly through
the dust
Make no fuss
It is through the
night
That a light dims
none
A cycle of content
Through a landscape
of discontent
Not knowing anything
When you’re expected
to know all
Sensing a society
Not known to a later
Thoughts of culture
Seen through the eyes
of clowns
A car not fit for
five
A life undone by
prose
A hook-up to nothing
Stepping closer to
infamy
Climb the tree to be
fit
Stay closer to me to
remain unseen
Get up to never sit
down
Throw-up from another
night out
Can’t understand the
thinking
Behind experiences
made
Throughout countless
hours
Memories lost and
gained
Through dust the
boots kick up
Over a blonde dawn
To a brunette evening
Without cause to be
made
A lack of daunting
But always wanting
Minds fixated with
greed
Faces invested with
lust
Drinks made with the
leaves
Of sexual flavors
made undone
Heartless thoughts
unveiled
Of fractions of
constitutions
Clear and pictured
from form
Clothes worn to many
plaids
Conforming to make
norms
Attesting to Gods
unseen
Principles cemented
Heart cut in half
Too many times to
know
Just wanting a
straight answer
From personalities
unknown
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