passing on lies to their children
the hangdog smiles
of their own addictions
words for moon
copyrighted.
they cloister in the suburban
grottos
that the beautiful
and the shallow women
are diademing.
looking up,
see the moon framed
by silhouettes of
palm trees.
hear the ocean hushing
in the great expanse
of her bedroom.
she represents
the boundless
truth
that last forever
beyond
the haplessand blindingly
constructed
parks of these dullards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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