Don’t you
Want a book out
there about you these days
I don’t have much else to offer
waxin’
reflection
Thru the Trees
Cry for no reason,
no season to expand the front
and characterize the battle
thru the trees disease
down stem to thorny downfalls.
Offer it up to some lemonade stand
Supreme Being knowing
a farcical Christmas feeling
a messiah is born
a misguided epiphany singing songs
to shitty angels with elbows bent to the sky. Clinkering bottle brides
they’d like the crying to stop
makes for a lean mixed drink.
All melted together being multiple people behind Coach sun glasses
brilliant pain insolent boredom
quiet passing from here to there
went out without a fight against the word no.
Did you live the lie like that? Forgive my isolating pronoun
my sudden definition but I dreamed all these things because I’m not
dead.
Tenacious She 