Shadows are cricling around my head br And i cannot bother to sink deeper br Revolt shines through my bare bones br but who i can oppress i know not br br Give me a smattering of literacy br To see the blue inside your head br if you dropp a key to the foor, my bones br will follow and catch it up like a lost tennis ball br br The key rings memories inside my head br A glue of yanks and twists, both erased br from posterity- which course does the key show? br An open keyhole or a narrow door- peeping br br Peeping is not allowed but i touch her brush br it swings to my mirth like a rocking chair- i br could paint her with her own hairs- a wavy br spindley dark buildling - ginger brownbr br Michael Witkowskibr br