Do not jestOr be obsceneI’m not monetizing my passions
like a porcelain dollthe old creepy kind with theopen head
A glittering fire
As I lumber Padded, hidden, heavy With glorious lightEndless pockets Bulging…
Smiles, they’re just liesGaping rips to the Black holes in realitySucking all theHappiness away with Glittering white lightingIn green…
Words take a toll, and so do I
I know you don’t mention my nameI understand I am not the subject of popular…
Behind every Great Mother There is a child crushed underThe cap of her heelBegging and searching For the light of love
My taleAlready writtenSight transfixed on the mirrorExpertly transcribingEvery…