Posted by Atticus on October 19, 2005, at 18:57:52
Teeth like razors
In a crescent grin,
Green eyes like emeralds
Glittering with sin,
The Cheshire Cat
Knew he could not win,
As he stalked amid
The City’s din,
Perched briefly atop
A garbage bin,
Then began to fade
Like the trash within.The Cat blew away
That midnight day
Like a page torn
From a book,
And passersby
Trying to keep dry
Never gave
A second look,
They had bills to pay,
No time to play,
To take the long
Moment it took,
To say, “There goes
Childhood’s flow
Like a dead leaf
Down a brook.”The Cat pined for
His long-lost Alice,
But found only whores
Amid the dingy palace,
Fallen angels who
Brimmed with malice
And sought a sip
From youth’s chalice,
To grow fresh flesh
Over skin grown callous,
To release a heart’s
Heavy stone ballast.The Cat blew away
That midnight day
Like a page torn
From a book,
And passersby
Trying to keep dry
Never gave
A second look,
They had bills to pay,
No time to play,
To take the long
Moment it took,
To say, “There goes
Childhood’s flow
Like a dead leaf
Down a brook.”Now not even
The Cat’s grin remains,
But gray adults
Trudge on just the same,
And it’s hard to
Know who’s to blame,
For the lost magic,
For minds grown tame,
But the street folk
Say it’s such a shame,
They feel the cold from
An extinguished flame.The Cat blew away
That midnight day
Like a page torn
From a book,
And passersby
Trying to keep dry
Never gave
A second look,
They had bills to pay,
No time to play,
To take the long
Moment it took,
To say, “There goes
Childhood’s flow
Like a dead leaf
Down a brook.”
poster:Atticus
thread:568991
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