There’s honesty in an unmade bed:
“She’s got nothing to hide”
No more robotic playing
at the back of the orchestra
placated,
accepting of the status quo
I want an active mind
One thing I have been thinking about recently is
things that fall out of the sky
and that could be
birds
rain
or more disturbingly
aeroplanes or even
tightrope walkers
such as the notorious karl wallanda
in all cases we must ask
what caused them to fall?
There’s honesty in an unmade bed: “She’s got nothing to hide”