Paperhearts 2 Poem by Kevin Patrick

You demand
almost everything
but you never
pay the price

Everyday
you point to mirrors
just to prove
that your right


light ulcers
on green mascara
envy smiles
for awhile


the Good times
do not last
howl specters
of dead youth

Like a dove
whose time has come
peace rots
and war blooms


When you burn
Paperhearts
two dimensions
shrivel down
into one

and I just cannot get enough


Sitting in
our Paperhearts
dropping in
mushroom skies