prisoner in a crowd
by: Noel Utter
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by noel utter
sentiments travel through, the cobwebs of time
entertaining strangers, and the angels doing fine
discomforting suggestions, from a pampered hotel guest
it’s the changing of the guards; tell me who’ll be best?
i’m overly concerned, when there’s no laugher in a room
the tailor’s sows my clothes, and the maid has got her nylon broom
my understanding is defined, by the numbers in my account
i’m a guest in my own house, and a prisoner in a crowd
questions that were spoken, decide the fable of the storm?
the children remember everything, but the moment they were born
these doctors are giving evidence, of the snake oil in the jar
they blame you for your innocence, to make you a big star
my clandestine choice of interludes, is shouted from the roofs
in writing this lost paragraph, this writer seems aloof?
i like everything quite now, i used to like things loud
i’m guest in my own house, and a prisoner in a crowd
there are tables in the wilderness, and fires on the hills
jaguars on the freeways, where electronic vapors fill
there’s a stowaway on the jet stream, a lost boy on a dusty trail
parents that are no shows, report cards with a fail
the outcast has modern leprosy, they leave markings on the walls
listening for a still small voice, you’ll hear it when they call
i meant every word i whispered, in those solemn vows
i’m guest in my own house, and a prisoner in a crowd
© 2007 noel utter atmospheric breath
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