Blind Arcade

She's a beauty queen

At nine years old

She sits on grandpa's lap

But not in family photos

And she's grown up porcelain

And her favorite stuffed animal

Has grown up too

With carrots, he makes quite a fine stew

There's a crack here

And there's a crack there

She thinks why oh why,

Must I have two strikes

She's knitting her fingers

As her hands turn inside-out

All the food around her looks plastic

Kinda like she's playing house

And she's grown up delicate

And her favorite pastime

Has grown up too

With gasoline, it'll vibrate and drive you

And all the leaky faucets

Don't flush away the fire hoses

That pound her hard head as

She sucks her thumb and curls her toes

And she's grown up a little off

And her pristine world

Has grown off too

With cracks, it paints the rocking chair blue

And the planes always fly on by

Breaking up any verbal exchange

As the nuns frolic in the fields

And the pigeons sing home on the range

There's a crack here

And there's a crack there

And there're cracks everywhere

She's decoration

And she feels so old

She sits on grandpa's lap

But not in family photos