Awful Fall - Stolen Babies

What is expected of me now… who knows

With tacks stuck in toes

Debating on what’s likable

But certainly this isn’t home

Certainly not

It’s not so funny

Skipping breath, inhaling rope

It’s always just when I need to see

That the lights flicker and short out on me

Rootless over-thinkers in the mirror

One after the other after one after the other

Taking turns in my behavior

Taking their turns in my behavior

It’s not so funny

Skipping breath, exhaling rope

It’s always just when I need to see

That the lights flicker and short out on me

I am the best at seeing things

When the captive worms in the tin are freed

But begin to lose sight one again

When the dust is finished settling

And my friends in this room are weakening

With their penchant for conditioning

And their dispositions on a swing

From the toxins and distracting means

Just when I need to see, the lights flicker

Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker

It’s not so funny, skipping breath

Inhaling and exhaling rope

Just when I need to see

The lights flicker and short out on me

It’s not so funny, it really is such an awful fall