He's Fine



He's Fine.

Who took him to town, the outskirts, so brave?
Who took him there with favours to save?
Who took him to shiver,  10 floors up?
Who made him pour liquid love in each cup?
Who made is voice cry orange, browns and greys?
Who hid his face inside all clever plays?
Who wished for fountains to sprinkle him black?
Who wanted his stare focused on steel cold track?
Who wanted him frozen on rocks by the lake?
Who wanted his hands with pressed powders to take?
Who wanted his green eyes to close with a blink?
Who knew his red splattered bright in the sink?
Who saw his eyes, working hard to disguise?
Who know he sings to hide all of his cries?
Who sees his wonder with every breath?
Who thinks he thinks about endings and

He's fine.

CNK


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