Do Not Play Around

some changes in red

things will transpire

a little girl walks past her abandoned school
and waits for a bus to take her miles away,
a man watches a building fall
barely noticing that he is standing way too close,
a woman sits in the waiting room of her lawyer's office
drinking absinthe with a People Magazine on her lap
reading about beautiful dreams and a world gone wrong,
a little boy grows up in America
Jack the Ripper at the door,

the time table seems to change
every time the bell rings,
as the mouse runs in circles
in his spinning wheel

she was so cute
till I saw that she smoked
things change fast

she remembered when they landed on the moon,
just like she remembered that day in November
those days in the frozen memory

even in these hostile times
the garden seems like a good place to hide