Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.
I haven't written in here since February so I guess I will today, since it's study hall and there's nothing better to do. Not much to say about my day though, so I guess...here's a poem I wrote yesterday. It's really dark..it's called The Red Parade.
There's a makeshift chamber cell
on the corner of 4th and Green.
In the hall, remnants of fall
or an idealistic Palestine.
The woman in the window with scarred legs,
a twist on parallel lines
gulps down shots of self-defense
-a trend towards better times.
And it's hailing on the red parade
as they march on through the city.
There's a corrupted daycare
in the shelter of acid rain.
The children laugh on padded mats,
imaginations slain.
And the euphoric corner girl
dreaming in delta, singing true-
the only one without wires attatched,
stares in rusted-over blue.
And it's hailing on the red parade
as they march on through the city.
There's a weightless circus
wrapped in melted tents of lead
with acrobats like alleycats
and dragons in the shed.
"The elephants! The elephants!"
..fell on the masquerade.
So they danced backstage on body bags
drinking diet lemonade.
And it's hailing on the red parade
as they march on through the city.
But the red parade is slowing
at the corner of Green and 4th
by catapulted acid rain
and lead tents from the north.
And though the upper window's empty,
the rusty eyes are gone,
and the masquerade is buried,
still the red parade moves on.
There's a makeshift chamber cell
on the corner of 4th and Green.
In the hall, remnants of fall
or an idealistic Palestine.
The woman in the window with scarred legs,
a twist on parallel lines
gulps down shots of self-defense
-a trend towards better times.
And it's hailing on the red parade
as they march on through the city.
There's a corrupted daycare
in the shelter of acid rain.
The children laugh on padded mats,
imaginations slain.
And the euphoric corner girl
dreaming in delta, singing true-
the only one without wires attatched,
stares in rusted-over blue.
And it's hailing on the red parade
as they march on through the city.
There's a weightless circus
wrapped in melted tents of lead
with acrobats like alleycats
and dragons in the shed.
"The elephants! The elephants!"
..fell on the masquerade.
So they danced backstage on body bags
drinking diet lemonade.
And it's hailing on the red parade
as they march on through the city.
But the red parade is slowing
at the corner of Green and 4th
by catapulted acid rain
and lead tents from the north.
And though the upper window's empty,
the rusty eyes are gone,
and the masquerade is buried,
still the red parade moves on.