Imagine Pinocchio

Chapter 6|The Secret

 

Imagine Pinocchio

Do you imagine me

a pianist

a mad scientist

sitting here

at my table

composing a universe

that doesn’t exist

but I make believe

is real?

Where people nod

and ay they wonder

who the therapist

really is?

Am I a con

an artist delivering fiction

the whole time

or a biography

just in the nick

of time?

who is she

this beast

of a beauty

growing older

and fading

premature.

who is she

this beast

of sadness

broken bodied

madness

a hatter

I think she’s a hatter.

and She’s stark raving

teacup special

for the looks

for the world.

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