A Cold Morning On Love Me Avenue
by Farawayeyes

Winston comfort me the morning feels damp
potato trucks are passing by
my complaint may have unsteadied the hatred
cowards collect and hide in the crowd
like war criminals they hold their heads up high
they hold up their fists
I wish them to be undone, abolished
but now I seek freedom to be a real person
to be
like the girl on newspeak
wearing that look as though not to be believed
what I am reading
what is she reading
where did she buy her crimes
how can a state provide such fantasies
Winston I love you though fear has made you cold
tormented but staying silent surely would have lessened
the hold
the madness you carry in your head like a cold
come here I'll bathe you
and clean your bloodied teeth
and kiss your wrought iron face
and like the girl on newspeak
be all part of the fantasy

© 2001 Lindsay Crosby. All rights reserved.