The Square

It's hard to describe
as easy as it seems to
pass the days by getting
lost in the Be Nada Triangle;

In the room with
green plastic chairs...
and panelwood walls.

Trying so hard to dance
to the extreme
in the square
and not
crush the little glass light
bulbs surrounding the edge
of the two-by-fours

He wears a white tie,
and plays the keyboard
while she listlessly looks
from Left to Right...

An Black Eyepatch worn by
him the Third from Left...
All have somewhat shiny
Black Shoes

The Mysterious Stranger
with Rouge on his face,
and Glossy Lips,
He sits at the Fifth,
And Finds his time in the Square
Converting it to the Triangle
Making the Room
Smoke and Colors...

To the Surprise of Others.

And I find,
That I have run out
of L&M's...
To the Surprise of Me.




©c.thomas.carter Mar.2008