Voices uncured cracked lips soothed
smoothed dunked in sugar
Napkins embroidered kitchens hell is
Fear lacking treading educations edge
handled packets information needed
medications late fault lays in mind.
Painted faces crumble thoughtful minds
it is not amazing
it is not grace
that now matter
how well published you are
I enjoy day labor
riding in from the country
making the american wage.
We pull in to the shelter
I take a stroll every now and then
to stop thinking.
Looking at the trash that does have
to come from some where.
She is a Nicaraguan beauty,
dark of beat, a treat so sweet.
Leaves a petal, tender handed
double banded, for her man.
Numb mind to faded pain ingloriously
stupefied look purple haze
no more pasts.
Misty dreary wake eyes over wink
ears rummage thought hurries
fare bus hidden sights
Sleeping is laying in the days morning
humidity waiting for church's
Wealth departed flocks that church
have helped mouths depended
now are gone.
Most this night have all there bear