red bricks falling

follow the errors

the clinks, the claps

the jingles of girls

in spaghetti straps

over to the clothing factories

where well-patterned rats labor

and then go home

up to the mind’s attic

where tongues depress

and ruins rise

purging themselves

of truths and lies

out onto

polished vindicated fields of ideas

raw curtains

hanging in large windows

red bricks falling

by mary ann blinkhorn

written for Three Word Wednesday at:

This week’s words:  error, jingle and vindicate