dummy

but who’ll carry us          who’ll
how will we get there
how will we get there

the boy and girl
Mister holds up on stage
stuck with a look he’s given them

don’t deprive them
don’t

string a string

he clings to her like a dog
she clings to her happiness

but the story
the story
exists

loop it
fabricate it
work on it

this is their sky
this a red thing
we’ll call the sun

they are asleep
watch them liquefy
expressionless up there
matchless

they have just enough
to breathe
just enough

dip your finger in
and stir