lyoz's Journal: My way out - the same lame name

. Is it better to put this down here or to blurt it out for tiny paper clowns?

It is what it turns out to be
A same story
With same names,
And masks and floors

It turns out the same
With lame names
With blue beards and nylon cranes

Weary
of wearing Red
and blue socks
Holding a thumb to her head
Leaving slow marks--
dark, right and right below

We write, you and I

We sleep and think, again
And dream the same dreams,
That were left in the oven
Overnight
Version-ed
One
Two
Three point three

Re-view, pre-view
Save and edit
Play it again
That song we've heard only once before
Play it again, only once more

Lets play the same game
With the same names
The same lame names
You, I, and we