The cardboard boxes should be painted better colors.
They make the already bleak walls look like Arizona soil.
The more the boxes are moved, the emptier they get.
They become harder to shut though.
The strings become thinner, and easier to break.
Most of them we don't even bother tying, just for convenience when our time is done.
We flash those smiles in the refrigerator light, and for the flickering screens.
When the doors shut and the showers turn on, the smiles melt and drip onto our toes along with the scalding water.
The mud and berries are temporary thrills, just embellishments, like the gold frame you hung to hide the crack in the drywall.
The tilt-a-whirl doesn't stop spinning until it's time is up.
And surely every tilt-a-whirl is on it's own schedule.
(the schedules are not, however, available for viewing)
So we wait, and we run and we play hide and seek.
We crack and we fall, and we cover it up.
We sing and we paint, but the paint never chips.
And the schedules are still not available for viewing.
They make the already bleak walls look like Arizona soil.
The more the boxes are moved, the emptier they get.
They become harder to shut though.
The strings become thinner, and easier to break.
Most of them we don't even bother tying, just for convenience when our time is done.
We flash those smiles in the refrigerator light, and for the flickering screens.
When the doors shut and the showers turn on, the smiles melt and drip onto our toes along with the scalding water.
The mud and berries are temporary thrills, just embellishments, like the gold frame you hung to hide the crack in the drywall.
The tilt-a-whirl doesn't stop spinning until it's time is up.
And surely every tilt-a-whirl is on it's own schedule.
(the schedules are not, however, available for viewing)
So we wait, and we run and we play hide and seek.
We crack and we fall, and we cover it up.
We sing and we paint, but the paint never chips.
And the schedules are still not available for viewing.
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