Cassino Amelia
Don't pass through this ragged room.
The cold old floor just creeks, and croons,
and aches as mistakes stampede underneath.
The video screens have learned to see...
Its blue eyes blind... spreading disease with
vitamins from plastic tangerines.
Maybe I'm tumbling...
Maybe I role with energy...
that I don't have but need to eat.
We don't swim... we dive for what we need.
This holy place I've come to clean.
You can stare... or wash with me...
It's covered with pretty graffiti.
I scraped the faded paint you wear,
and found the walls you washed with care
for the animals that wandered out in the street.
Maybe I just don't keep...
Maybe they hold you with their teeth
but I know why you feed the weak...
The hunger is permanently me.
Amelia, Amelia... make your mark on mine.
And we'll see what image... forms when they collide.
...And Amelia sank to me...
