The Wicked Wandered
I found you amongst the fields of dancing polka dots and alligator smiles
You sit still awaiting the next awakening, the energy of 9 lives scratching the wall
You got no right to be lonely, the curse is never the birth from a clever death
Ten thousands honest and truthful disappear then what is left
not a lie, all tears can be swept aside
constructing a gold tower born without a face
becomes a disgrace, but with a handful of heart
and a handful of soul
leather skin and torn muscles
the long ash of a cigarette can be caught in the wind
to be alive and to show it to feel it and to know it
more life than god can create more space than Earth
the vision is on curve of your jaw
the possibilities in the cheese of your smile
I could have been King
if I’d known of you when I was 10
But now I do, I can see nothing cheap about my Queen
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