Kaleidoscope Eyes

When the cortisone kids were clearing
Everyone said, «The sky’s gone out.»
Entering into unseen contracts
Smiling their way into a black and white world
Now everyone is lining up
And no one knows what for
Plastic man-machines are merely fodder for us
If you squint you might be able
To imagine what this used to hold…
She’s got an attic where she holds colors hostage
Releasing them for view but only through
Her kaleidoscope eyes