Wolves

Water is trickling off the icicles,
the ground is barren,
flightless birds in oatmeal rations.

Crow calms the night lovers,
with his watch clicking...

It falls face first on to the ground...
oh it fell... to the ground...
then it transformed...
into the night scene...

With faces plaster on the walls,
and night time calls,
watch is twinkling and vibrating
to the violets swinging.

it's time now,
to go...
a feel the vibrant colors,
digesting with laughter,
happy time... fun time...
instead,
it's lots of dirt and muck,
crammed inside a box,
plastic soldiers surround you....
acting like birds.

Time is winking,
and the trains about to go...

Wait.

Lets listen for the flock,
maybe it's time for us,
to get on with the show,
why is the stars blinking,
see her face, see their face, on the wall,
I was there at the ruins,
her hands in the pop-up book,
her heads inside the gutter,
drinking,
feeling,
somethings... gotta goooo.
she got the shell on her ear,
and shes wishing for the spotlight.

Dangle wires,
puppet strings.

The marionette girl,
watching you,
staking you
itching away the time.