Leaking Pen (Wellington, New Zealand)
I discovered this toolbox
Law of possession ninety days and so on
I put an ad in the local newspaper
I went to the police station
Out of bedroom loneliness not guilt
I locked the box in my heart's box
Days and nights I dream the dream
Beating heart -My body- visible yet invisible
The Modern Era building blocks
Social network through the electronic box
Make belief dreams on display
Reality, Australia exile on display
I wonder whose dream kept safe in the toolbox?
I wonder what it all means?
'Let Me Count The Ways' Yearning Letters?
Or Love letters pleading for release perhaps?
Or wishful love hidden from an imprisoned life
Has time not changed it malice?
Today I suffer from the same callous!
Should I swing upwards towards all heavenly thoughts?
Or downwards drawn to the depth of utter distraught!
It is Saturday night after all
Surfing my toolbox zero roll call
My 'Saturday Night Fever' no phones call
The only one reality's blood clot
Organized uprising free thought!
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
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