a wave goodbye

six little boys all six on fire
one with a halo one has broken wings
one disfigured one rather yellow
two are twins they are indeed
one will stay with me and all others free

that pile of broken messages
did not even get a chance
to reject to help with the wings
do not care what they say
see it with your own eyes
three eyes that are blind but will not turn

three red spirals spin deeper and further
into the heart of the eye
sixty four squares with seven pens
hop and shift places whenever nobody looks
endless noise with sixty one keys
three or four at a time or two or five or six

while my Nuoerosaurus chaganensis is obviously uninterested
my Dilophosaurus sinensis shouts at my Jinfengopteryx elegans
my Jinfengopteryx elegans yaks back at my Dilophosaurus sinensis
acting like one of those families those family-plus-one families
going at it since i brought them here

scratch marks on the hardwood floor
somebody was digging a desperate way out
with what still is a mystery
they all blamed it on the broken chair
always wondered if it feels any different
going out of a room through the wooden door
and through the glass window

there is someone to look forward to
so no glass windows no wooden doors
it is not much better outside the wooden door
just the same as outside the glass window
once again i draw my own door another door
yet another door through its gap i slip
without even waving goodbye
really i could not care less