I thought you should have known by now
Poor cold child trapped in a wind-up toy
The southern gray skies dropped acid rain on your
false eyelashes
Then Jesus touched your blind eyes
You still couldn’t see, but
you were less frantic for a minute or so
Electric blue teardrops wove a bed for you against the back wall of a cave
Tried for a crime you didn’t commit
But only witnessed
Betrayed at the trial and sentenced
To mediocrity without parole
2.19.2010
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