Don`t
by 
The Walrus
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Posted: Friday, February 6, 2004 Word Count: 67 Summary: Would have liked to have worked on this a bit more, but pushed for time. So, please consider as a first draft. |
Dagger my brown staring eyes,
condemn them to watery vision,
harness them behind filter
of monochrome.
Gag me, strangle my expression,
make me gibber, dribble the words
in tongues of trite,
babbling in unison.
Sledgehammer my head
smash the fanciful
kaleidoscope of images
prancing the spangled spectres
of innocence.
Make me sombre,
burn my silken red,
blanket me down -
raven robed
Don’t.
Just let me be.
condemn them to watery vision,
harness them behind filter
of monochrome.
Gag me, strangle my expression,
make me gibber, dribble the words
in tongues of trite,
babbling in unison.
Sledgehammer my head
smash the fanciful
kaleidoscope of images
prancing the spangled spectres
of innocence.
Make me sombre,
burn my silken red,
blanket me down -
raven robed
Don’t.
Just let me be.