Answers On A Postcard

I look around, I look around, I see a lot of new faces.

I get scared.

Three juggling balls, stacked crooked, balanced tall.
Precursor to a life lived,
Out of a bus.
Out a blonde's mouth in an accent loved.

A new silver ring.
Steel silver smooth.
Silver fish turning organised information into lace.

Disparate threads so distinctly unintelligible on the outside,
My stubborn, stupid, skull.
Cannot connect all for you all at once for me.

I want to express myself,
So as you cannot understand.
Don't want to be naked.

Tips thrill for the touch of keys,
Denied. Denying still.
Yearning without expectation.
Someone say Houston,
We are go, go, go for launch!
Green light, ding-ding,
Ker-Pow!

Be someone, me,
And get with the program.
Happy days are here again.
Truly, trust and believe.

Issues, oh the issues,
So beloved and inconsequential to all,
Yet mine and shared uder camouflage.
For snoops, spies, and all those who persevere and are loved-a-little-more.

Ms Fantastic Mister, I have for you on a silver platter,
Emotions muscle,
Freely given by Scorpio,
On a hasty/sure bond of tea-rust.
Clickity-clicked.
Which way is up?
Open, honest, don't break me.

Oh little flame flutter,
Who lost, plays the strings so carelessly.
Recover. Come stable. Hope.
Play the strings sure, considerately.
Or please don't pluck them at all.

Step by step on a course of life.
Vista sublime and reachable/unreachable.
Step, stumbles, stagger.
Don't fall.
Don't fall.
Don't call,
So loud. I shut myself and miss the view.
I live in a bungalow, or a downstairs flat,
But my staircase leads to the moon.
One. Day. At. A. Time.
It's fine.

I'm afraid I've got nothing to say.
No voice to say it.
No eyes to see it.
But I don't believe it.

Get lost in a maze of myriad sparkles,
Spinning sticks and flying buses,
Different egg twins and the lemonorange man,
Pointless examinations of an electronic trail.

Missing the way she makes me feel.

Quote and unquote.
My travelling cage parties for days,
And to not look outside is so easy.
Without the parties, or the easy.
Release me, I'm not stupid.

Merry Christmas One.
And Merry Christmas All.
Ho Ho Ho.
Fee Fi Fo Fum.

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