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 whom it may be.
A chrysanthemum a patch of leaves
      Underneath my toes,
I too lay on your chest
     An Icon in the scene,
Your shimmering Silk Moiré a tat
    To shade me right,
In my Freudian hell
   When I speak in tongues.
When the dip pity, dancing beast
   Hunts in his empty space
When Papa’s stealthy stilts
   Is a talking hinge
And the sun’s off the wall remarks
   Cause my dreams to end
As the caged bird
   Flap her mighty wings
All their giant magnets
  Still heavy on my head
Even as Cinderella’s shoe was found 

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