ORPHAN ROUTINE

Tucker Finn ©2010

I built the house
To burn it down
Blew up the world
To save the town
I shove it off
Hope it will stay
I haul it in
Throw it away

I’m lost and found
And lost again
A cul-de-sac
A sometimes friend
I lay it down
Stand it on end
Then seal it up
With this letter
I’ll probably never send

I drain the blood
That I don’t need
I take the curves
At triple speed
I fix the game
So I can’t win
Am I an outline?
Fill me in

I’m lost and found
And lost again
An old ghost town
A sometimes friend
From shaky start
To bitter end
I seal it up
With this letter
I’ll probably never send

I’m lost and found
and lost again
A cold handshake
An old loose end
The part that hurts
I can suspend
When I seal it up
With this letter
I’ll probably never send