Symphony of Chains- Poetry from The Captain's Chair- The U.S.S. Minnowprize!

Lean back against the concrete.
the only solid in this world.
twisting and turning, running the gangs.
keeping a screw loose.

Cause I'm the man with the plan.
got some click-clack, killer gat.
all these eyes gonna turn blind.
my path is clear.

just straight run to the wire.
fingers like claws, reaching for the outer.
only to realize, this is my home.
here, forever lain upon the stone.

jailbird, singing my song.
guess what, I was free all along.
screws dug deep into my spine.
suckers, you're all mine.

you confided in me a little too late.
congrats, you sealed your fate.
come with me little mouse.
squeal like a piggy.

shackles on tight, stick to the light
follow that line right to the end.
let lips bend, tell the story.
To the man behind the desk, seeking glory.

Caught in the double time between notes.
I just wanted to play.
Run and prance, with the music.
Nothing here.. just silence.

Eyes wide shut I stare into the shadow.
Hoping to see something more.
Just the notes broken before me.
All scattered on the floor.

Fortunate they glisten still.
With symphonies yet described.
One little gust is all it takes.
Along flutes cold perfection.

Pick up the percussion now.
Foot tapping, back snapping.
The pages yellow on tall stand.
Just like your beard, old man.

Put that baton down instructor.
Lay down the pick.
Your nails are long enough.
Too bad, that sound was sick.