Fifteen fingers

Ever seen flies
collect about a Petri dish.
Or the remains of  someone
washed out to sea.

Ever known a good day
turn bad.
Or a morning that moves from
plain ok to mad.

Come on
the lights are on
and its dark outside
and we are alone.

Ever talked all night
and heard the birds sing
in a morning that’s your first.
Did it mean the same to you.

Ever analysed
the way sentient people do.
Or do you do things
differently down there.

Come on
the lights are on
and its dark outside
and we are alone.

Ever wondered why
things went so wrong so fast.
Or did it happen
way too slow for you.

Come on
the lights are on
and its dark outside
and I’m alone.

 


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