Ramshackle Park Poem by William Greco

Maestro! I lost all keys, all the lost keys
but I'm just a smudgy decoy, right?
awoken after the rising superstition
awoken after the old wheelchair genocide

I was bored in this theatre marionette
as a hopeful jackdaw, as a monstrous cyanide
disembodied voices took my luminous ladders
to the nocturnal visitor, his oncoming oversight

strange Faun's path brought me to ravenous pit
but I am unafraid, back seat dead passenger
with translucent crowd and lavender sheep
my fragile sanity is the last one to inherit

monument made of dust and black bones
crestfallen crescendo of weird silent matinée
lunar throne made of my shallow backbone
bittersweet games for days and bloody soirée

I'm just a captive child of the nonsense murmurs
domed house of moan in a ramshackle park
the infamous orchard of final requests
prince of wild northern winds incoming from afar

but you're oblivious, like wartime waltz
like mahogany gorge within medical prophecy
devastating reconstruction of forty fractures
fatally bizarre like Machine, the almighty

do you see? ludicrous stallions on the storm
nuclear wreckage of bullet brainwashing
shiny leather coat at weird urn exhibition
we're ivory chessmen in a paranoid town
and I'm your grotesque piper
with well-known manic grin