Daniel Richards

Rookie (09-11-1982 / London, England)

***upon The Table*** - Poem by Daniel Richards

I hear your whispers,
Sssh don’t make a sound
Upon the table…., the label
Will slow down the crowd

Listen to the commotion….,
The way that they talking walking…..,
Almost slow motion, this potion on the table
Veils down emotion,

Ego now able……, now able,

Now we’re escaping…, but only to look down
Looking down its haunting…., it’s haunting
The label gives magic…, pushing up pace
It has people talking…., talking

They believe it an ally…,
Let them dream if they may
There heads soon reviving.., yes reviving
Childishly desired days,

Hot as a fever, there rattling bones
As wide as an ocean…., falling in any bed any home,
And this pantomime around them is just for tonight
But they’ll believe it’s the greatest…, yes the greatest

Never a mistake just a forgetful night..,
Because on the table…, is a label that makes
Everything right, it’s messed up around them….,
It’s open in plain sight,

So again on the table is the label,
And everything is right…., they feel like they dying…,
They’re dying, when shone under true light
Out comes the label, placed on the table….., and
Once again everything’s right

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  • Rookie Daniel Richards (11/13/2008 8:55:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, February 27, 2009

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