RATTLING, RATTLING, RATTLING
Pushing together
the left and the right,
The newspaper reads all the faces so clearly
'Cause
the comics are all I had time for tonight.
On the left near the nickels,
they save for some ribbons,
are papers explaining the use of the mind.
We
tripped on the cancers left out by the last ones
who ran all too fast
and forgot them behind.
Down the street, by the empties, lives
Carly and Rita
they're saving their own for a piece of the rest.
They
say that the hungry will always die saving
'cause the fat ones will
take till there's just nothing left.
So I'm sitting on
They tell me the sun will come out in a while
and the
takers keep passing and stepping on my feet,
but they say if your flattened
you'll fit on the pile.
So I'm waiting in hopes for some peace or some
premise
'cause they say if you wait then the good things will come,
but
I'm starting to gray from the lack of attention
and the smell of the
last one is making me numb.
The stories are flooding the river
down with me.
The last one I heard left me wanting for more.
The start
and the middle, they say in the back streets,
is all that can fit through
that small of a door.
I asked the old man who keeps time for the lackeys
Just
when will the sky open up for a while?
He told me the answer was not
worth the question,
pulled on his lucky and left with a smile.
So the
town seems less tender at least from the inside
When it rains all the
cries sound like laughter instead.
Now we really can't see all the
headlines there after
'Cause if no ones alive they don't care if you're
dead.
It's just
There's
not much to do so I think I'll retire,
But first let me say that the
less you remember
the better you are when they put you on fire.
'Cause
the rattling gets louder when it's all pushed together
and your never
quite sure if what's left is what's right
But the newspaper reads all
the faces so clearly
'Cause the comics are all I had time for tonight.
©
Sonja Nuccio 2005
Author’s
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