The moon is high, on velvet skies,
As I stand here, in wolf like guise...
Life
is neither...
A grand applause is what I heard
from behind a well pleated curtain...
The US leader
a very important man...
Dreams burning
underneath a chimney...
I've been many places, but I'm not worldly
and I've gone through a lot just don't call me...
To the man
who tore his lovers...
If only I knew then what I know now
how would my life be...
...until
the crack found its home...
They smacked lip gloss
in shades of blush...
..they echo now,
all around the big chair...
Tightly bound in a
Tangle of her own making...