“WHEN YOU FEEL YOUR HANDS GETTING COLD,
“WHEN YOU DON’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE BEING TOLD.”
WHEN YOU RELAX AND BREATHE IN THE AIR,
HOW MUCH DO YOU WAKE?
“WHEN THE TOWN CLOCK SLOWLY CHIMES FIVE,
“IT’S SUNDAY MORNING: TOWN ROADS ARE NOT ALIVE.”
NOTHING BUT PAPERS RACING ON EMPTY STREETS.
TELL ME: WHAT DO YOU DO?

“HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE PRISON WITH NO WALLS?
“FOR ME IT’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CALLS.”
GUESS IT MATTERS ON HOW MUCH YOU’VE LIVED.
DON’T YOU EVER GET OUTSIDE?!
“LIKE THE HANDS ON THE TOWN’S CLOCK FACE,
“THE WALLS SHADOW FINGERS KEEP IN THEIR PLACE.”
THE PAPER-MACHE FIGURE SITS MUTE SOAKED IN ITS OWN GRACE.
DON’T YOU EVER GET THE URGE!?



ADAM F - 08/01/97©