Warranty
Curtis Matthew Kirkwood
When you first saw
You should have known
There was no more
Than what was shown
The way the flowers
Will bloom at night
The fancy thinking
Makes it right
What you see
Is what I am
Take a look
At the invisible man
Satisfaction cannot be guaranteed
You don't know just what you see
From purple flowers
Shoot silver sparks
In solid air
They make their mark
Across the room
Before they fall
Through the eyes
Of antique dolls
A dusty book
That no one reads
Pages torn
The letters read
Upon the cover
These words are penned
Please go away
Don't come again