ALAINA JOHNSON |
A Creation of Man The sun fell down in a million different colors And I guess I�m only angry that I couldn�t count them all at once Just shattered glass along a countryside... A hand reached out to me. He said �Sorry for the sonnets� Since he spoke to me in sonnets But that was just his program so I Turned it all down... And last night I thought I felt the world turn. Somewhere a scientist is sinning Playing God with black magic and baby Jesus -- The rain continues crying As he closes his umbrella. And everyone is watching As he opens up his overcoat And carvest the infant heart out Made to feel concrete surroundings. - Daddy Never sit waiting for the right moment -- It�s not likely it will ever come. And I rather blend quite nicely Into this crowd of people, Licking my ice cream. It�s any other day... But I was waiting for my father And he�s a rabbit in a snowstorm, And he�s running very late. I will take his foot off, And when the storm blows over I will keep it for good luck. |
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