I Won't Wish For You

The Wizard of Oz
said "i'll give you wishes,
three".
I fell down to the ground
on one knee,
his face was green.
A disembodied being with
a hollow stare,
Fire in his hair,
and in my silence he glared.

I know behind the curtain there is no one
there,
'cept a monkey holding a cappuccino
named Fred Astaire.

Even still I contemplated all my wants
and needs,
stacked against my dirty deeds,
irreparable things.
To live without hope is a death sentance
to the man with a pen,
writing out all his pain,
virtually the same
as a cutting game.
We play, but not as children
just empty shells driven insane,
hiding the shame.
But please don't grab the wheel
I'll drive down this road on my own
yellow and cold,
bricks covered in mold.
Once was like shiny gold.

My mouth flew open
wishes flying
piercing the air
a sound barrier tear
with dramatic flair.

World peace
and better teeth
are all I need.
I want to leave here
smiling
Even if inside I'm
dying.
As for the third
it's absurd
that I waste it
so I'll save it in my pocket
Where I keep my keys, and my heart in a locket.