Doll Face on the Calico Highway - Guerilla Toss

With not a warning

A doll can grow eyes and walk

Speak strut and talk

Remaining in something that seemed right for needy

Studying the faces of everyone who walked by

Or car that pulled beside

If i was looking

I woulda found it

The long path to lazy laying

Sprawling itself over the lawn for cutting

In the frame, but not for consuming

I saw her, on a bus to nothing beside a can in a plastic cup

Hair like yarn, when a statement like thick merino wool

Pushed out of her mouth, slowly slinking

It was ok

Do you know her?

never met her

I read thru closed eyes

How to live without danger

The white sheet over me can ignore

Until she got off and started to trip

Glass formed into a small face

And cracked when it hit the ground

After a small pause in thinking

Languid drawls leaked out

To another number

Nodding and falling

Following every word

Or fixture

Swinging to the weight of whatever

Without care

Or resisting nothing

Do you know her?

never met her

I see in closed eyes

How to live without danger

The white sheet over me can ignore

I don’t know the white lady

The nurse or the number three

Where she goes i like to walk

On a road unknown

She doesn’t go

Where i want to go

Or travel by the plain highway

Its like a parked car

Who doesn’t like moving

It sits in sand until the water picks up

Oh do you know

That type of chocolate crystal?

Calico woolie

La tigre blanca do you?

Filling a blank cup

Of a purple liquid

Not knowing evil

From a little lamb

I am like water but tricky to touch

And finicky in constant but slippery in content

Did not find her but i, i am not looking.

looking

Do you know her?

never met her

I see in closed eyes

How to live without danger

The white sheet over me can ignore

I don’t know the white lady

The nurse or the number three

Where she goes i like to walk

On a road unknown

She doesn’t go

Where i want to go

Or travel by the plain highway

Its like a parked car

Who doesn’t like moving

It sits in sand until the water picks up

Oh do you know

That type of chocolate crystal?

Calico woolie

La tigre blanca do you?

Filling a blank cup

Of a purple liquid

Not knowing evil

From a little lamb

She doesn’t go

Where i want to go

Or travel by the plain highway

Its like a parked car

Who doesn’t like moving

It sits in sand until the water picks up

Oh do you know

That type of chocolate crystal?

Calico woolie

La tigre blanca do you?

Filling a blank cup

Of a purple liquid

Not knowing evil

From a little lamb