In Your Wake

by Steven W. Rouach

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In Your Wake

You space it out
when you space
You stretch it out
when you stretch

You think in poetry
deceitful bantering
under your hairdo
you’re so unfaceable

Prize outweighs the fun
chewed up by chewing gum
and a hostile city frowned
at the state of fear
cast down to itself in your wake

Your change of plans carries change
your stranger’s mask
seems so strange

You sent your monster in
to kill the populace
lead-poisoned pencils
are so un-erasable

The prize outweighs the fun
chewed up by chewing gum
a hostile city frowned
at the state of fear
cast down to itself in your wake

all lives on

(beware your ghost)…

all lives on

(beware your ghost)…

Spaced out, space it out, you space it out,
s p a c e
i t
o u t

(beware your ghost)

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