Choice In Music: Off The Wall

Off The Wall By Gloria Cameron

The silver coat you wear

The Violets in your hair,

The knick-knack everywhere,

Were chosen:

For blue, and green are beautiful

To who choose to see.

A chrysanthemum a patch of leaves

Underneath my toes,

I too lay on your chest

An icon in the scene,

Your shimmering open fabric I tatted long

To shade me me from the sun,

And keep me from my Freudian hell

Oh how speak in tongues!

When the dip-pity, dancing beast

Hunts in his empty space

And papa stealthy stilts

sound like creaking hinge

And the hairy underling's remarks

causes my dreams to end

As the caged bird

Flap her mighty wings

All these scenes so heavy on my head

I couldn't resist Cinderella’s slippers

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By Gloria Cameron aka IB

In the corner of the bedroom stands a carton,
A cylinder that house a Christmas tree.
Assorted goods for trade, a seaman’s cargo,
Escaped its belly since it came to me

All the same you would not know it if you see it,
I dressed it up, and it looks very lovely,
In its fineries blue, beige Chintz Floral Cotton,
It stands taller than its height a mere four feet

One can see its head but then again not clearly,
For it’s carrying a middle picture tube
Like a native woman under her fruit basket,
Though she sets hers down sometimes to take a breathe,

It’s a cousin to the nightstand, and the rosewoods,
And therefore in the décor fixture family,
And this musky smelling, disguised cardboard
Has become one of the most important piece

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Off The Wall

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