Blue Tape
So let’s begin again with this.
I can’t count on both hands how
Many times I’ve tried this.
I’ve been slaving for months
In this terrifying alley
Where things are stolen often.
No doll of innocence is safe
From footpads and anonymous
Friends from long times ago.
A greybacked petticoat
In a redlands district
Isn’t completely safe from hurt.
You may overwrite the reels
And disintegrate the loops
But the data will remain
It never sticks but in ribbons,
No design I ever make is
Ever quite worthy to adhere.
No amount of blue tapes fixes
That which seldom is ever
Even thought of as repaired.
Even as I’ve contemplated
The scene for as long as I have
I have yet to find the origin.
There are no suspects or leads;
No evidence to bring to court.
The only thing that remains are
Reels of stripped, blue
Magnetic tape
Cordoning off the crime scene.
Consume Reality! 