Sir Day Walker

Praise Koolaid

There’s ice in the mirror

In the freeze

I stand solemn in my coat

…there’s a pepper caught

in my throat

My days are in park

My voice

My mind

Pillaged by a lark

u huh

There are rivers in my shoes

Sand in my eyes

My sublime

is disguised

I’ve a shovel made of straw

long like Rapunzel’s hair

digging through silk

for the ladder

That’s melting

from despair

u huh

So I let down my hair

In the mirror

A thousand words

I spoke

Forsaking my cloak

…and the frozen sky broke

Into the mirror

I stand solemn

In resolve

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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