Reality Is a Persistant Illision




She walks alone
on Buddy Holly Plaza
cd-walkman in one hand and a
notebook in the other,
a little leather bag
that hangs way below her shoulder
eyes closed, and her fingers
are tapping her notebook
in a five beat measure
her mouth is moving
but no sound comes out.


She walks down the street
(she is doing a moonwalk! Hey Bo!
Take a picture quick! Before she stops!
"She must be mental
who does a moonwalk this day and age?!")
Cars pass by and the drivers all look at her
(what's she doing? "I don't know Bill"
What's she lip singing?
"Thats what I'm trying to find out")


She wears a purple shirt
(oh its so fucking tight
and she looks like, I am not gonna say)
Black leather pants
long black leather pants
and black shoes
(is that a bruise?
"where?" nevermind)
Leather jacket
thats maybe just a little too short,
and still she walks on down the street
and her fingers stop tapping,


What a bright red scarf she wears
(a scarf?! I couldnt see anything but her
long blonde hair.)


She stops
....
...
..
.






"First when theres nothing but a slow glowing dream
that your fear seems to hide, deep inside
your mind,
what a feeling
feeling's believing"


Someones singing
What A Feeling
by Irene Cara
(who?)
but who's singing?
and where?
and why?


I'd dance around the room
for you
if you loved me
the way I love you,
but you don't love me
so you're not getting to see me dance tonight.

haha loser!


He is the one who loves
inside of mirrors
hiding with a knife behind his back
(candyman
   candyman
dare me to say it again?!
I will and he'll come
and kill you all!)
He is the mirror murderer!


I saw you with that
knife
so stop hiding it behind your back
stop, you are scaring little kids
(but I'm just having fun!
"you call killing people fun?")
even Bloody Mary knew better
then that
you green eyed freak of nature!

And

I don't

Need This!

You're

not here!

"Eat battery acid you slime!"


And I want to take some window cleaner
and
spray it down your throat
and I hope you choke
and die!

Mirror mirror
on the wall
who's the next
to die and fall?

"she stands in front of it
as we speak, and she thinks mirrors
can talk back"
only, they can
and its the truth.


Reality is a persistant illusion
in which we all constantly seek.

Reality


what is reality?

I lost reality today
as soon as I started writing
this poem thingy
whatcha ma-call-it
and I want a cookie now!


"Candyman
Candyman
Candyman"
and the mirror murderer
came out
and killed the small child.
...
..
.


Reality
("candy-maan!)
is nothing
when it is lost.


Reality
is
nothing
more
then
a
persistant
illusion,


And we continue to seek it
to this day.

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