the clock smiles
and it is a sad smile
and coming through an open window
tiny red eyes on dainty feet
scurries around
the 4 corners of my prison
where the dice roll
but never fall
so,
hold on,
st. christopher
former saint
taken off the calendar
O, lost angel
guardian angel
say a prayer for me
and like the shadows
thrown by the corner boys
as sunset approaches
i'll follow you down
into the tall
grass
where the lions wait
for wounded
dreamers
can you spare
a little faith???
i've been locked up
way too long
in this crazy world
please.
tell me.
how far is heaven?
