Marbles rolling in a pan.
Click, clack, and land.
Marbles rolling in my hand.
And the people walk around,
Up and down these silent streets they roam,
Some dead on the paint-spattered road.
Awakened ones, separating,
Percolating,
Their Fever Dreams:
Light a match,
And watch…
Us collect lanterns for fun:
Marbles rolling on the run,
Tumble away and from,
The marble-burning sun.
Marbles rolling in the jail,
Escape for the
Marble holy grail.
Oh, Finders-keepers,
Bloody Arsonist seekers.
Click, clack dream (her)
Own way, walking her
New day, new sun,
Click clack [real birds,]
Marbles rolling:
roll the drums.