She starts her clock a-spinning in a radical direction
Listening to the music by a beat and broken band
Crazy sugar's not so smart for anyone to rob
Screaming at the highest pitch, windows they are shaking
Aftershock is creeping from the source of her affection
Long hair never cut and a face that's never shaven
In any other world they would live and be accepted
Leaning on the cherry blossom Coke is in her hand
Sixty-seven seconds and the countdown's coming closer
He comes to her for comfort, this is his one haven
Earth is not a place for differences; must be perfected
She thinks she's far enough away from anyone who knows her
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4691595
Comments
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very interesting...I don't understand all of it, but I have a feeling that I'm not supposed to. Very good.
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