another white room shaded to blue
saffron corridor, colour book truth
smiling faces, teeth so bright white
a spot of red, fainting insight
another grey day willingly known
testing, scaled and then sent home
reasons to worry, sirens to sound
asking where's waldo while lost in the clowns
simplified subject well read like a book
cover storied and well worth that look
simpering tenure so devil may care
explains what the lawyers are doing there
simplified stories building so high
detailing the levels of reach for the sky
banditos or nachos in a salsa hot sauce
under the dome or looking for lost
and its so quiet in here
that happy place kept so clear
its so quiet here
in terror
paranoid infusions and prosthetic charms
still life protrayed in little bell jars
seeing blank stares while looking thru glass
jelled imperfections poured from the flask
astride a little pony with ribboned mane
a waspish doll with way too thin waist
left to imagination, alone plays its game
wondering why people are like that today
in terror
