autumn iron
Collab by Spooky Wolf + Scooby
The canes came flying through,
past the sugar mills in an old mans hand,
crystal and wood together in a greyish blue.
Painted polka dots unveiled through curtains,
brittle chips of bone in rainbow frenzy,
it all came raining down in plenty.
Lollipops, lonely thoughts and prayers,
made from factory floors and empty to its core.
Sermons: Robotic. Candy coated prosperity. Tickle trickle down!
It went on and on, down rusty pipes, with frowns that smelter.
From frolic fields, to machinery, "don't worry boy" "riches be your destiny!"
For what you envision is bleak and pale, broken down, old and stale.
As you look at the callouses on your hand,
that fill hour glasses from waves of sand,
hear the echoes of abandoned
parents
telling children stories to the ghosts of doctors.
They remember those needles,
dripping from what was once polka dot to seas of blood
Far away Oh, to let you go,
in split up seas without serenity,
the door sits in that liquid,
where thousands of faces are attached and screaming,
the nob is pushed and opened through.
A forest tipped its hat and said hello.
Green fingers caressing the grey hair,
his wrinkly finger curled as he says, "come closer",
from young to old do you wish to change so soon?
Little sprouts bend and whimper,
as the cane bangs down with all of his might.
He too raises his finger,
but I,
oh I will linger.
supple stirrup
mental dew
south flicker