Silently I sit.
Heedfully I watch your subtle movements.
Rose lawn flamingos stretched across rain drops fallen from morbid eye lids.
Shades of grey sketched beneath sublimely painted smiles weeping urban lies.
 
Peeling visions of lipless fathers flaunting sons of masquerade.
Chemically denying Mother Nature with cellulose fancies.
Molded snifflets spilling woman’s soul from high heeled pumps.
 
Radiating oil slick malevolence with just a glance.
Decaying the daughters of the moon with three faces of dead presidents.
Buying their innocence with cold smiles and laughter that breaks like glass upon your stone heart.
 
a girl swaying among a pack of wolves, unaware of herself,
the whore buying a rosary at the church
(in the name of the Father)
a book sitting on the bench, unopened, unread
a miracle that passed by, running away with the wind.


there's a scandal going on at three o'clock
a widow searching for a good fuck to dry her tears
and a snake repenting to the apple

and inside, inside
a white rose wilting away from
her worn out vase, and a smile in
her heart that i could only remember.
and her beautiful soul that reflected
on me for the years we've been together
every time she watched the world
like a fish in a bowl.
Dusk sneaks in.
With is gentle air-brushed gold tainting sulky horizons.
Watching closely, the nuns wearing bright red lipstick in the dark.
Falsity shining from their pearly grins, shattering their hearts god.
Sinning Adam’s eve.

Kleptomaniac creeps into the gardens of despair, seeing disbelief of woven treasures that itch his fingertips.
Slowly stalking his material prey, weighing its wanton thoughts to mid night glory.

Naïve tongues less mothers make fragrant pathways to front door execution.
The world decays.
I shatter at my sill.
Memoirs of a window.

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