I have been watching two icons
being laid to rest...
Ineffable,
surreptitious, pathway to seraglio...
polishing off dark
sprucing up strength and vision...
Every 15 minutes, infant is born with with...
Flying high through the hole in the sky...
Stop withering
in the Garden of social anxiety...
The happiness within us is often shown the door
We wallow in misery and keep looking for more...
I SING A SONG
When the days grow dark, dreary, and long, I sing...
R ings aloud, so abrupt, it interrupts - the...
O ff to my bed, heat the pan and beat the egg...
Erratic
Sporadic...
A giant emptiness is visible from where I stand,
before the mirror in my room...
A piece of orange hair stitched into his scalp
he must have forgotten to wear them goggles...
The fireworks in the background are still popping...
Perhaps it could be gunshots...