Beyond parted velveteen lips
A dilapidated picket of enamel lies
Partly grayed by the Eiffel
Mostly hushed by the violent sands... more »
March on, continue on dark one
With your little poor black feet
Pounding the dusty Earth in the black veil of night.... more »
Words like tattered sails
Fail to harness air
Or the faintest breath of life.
The heart, left empty now... more »
Rancid remnants on porcelain
Pursuing the ideal-perfection.
My existence, my life frozen
Terrified to only partially achieve
Or to do it incapably
Keeps my lawn from being mowed
My laundry from being folded.