Poetry
Beauty is innocence
Innocence is the finest broken butterfly wing
rolling in a child's Hands.
she is older now
lost in the crowd
plastic pockets
torn light from a shroud
White glove
white sleeve
white ghost
white burden
white host
white powder
white light
She meanders
A heroin addict
Dancing twirling tables
Mounting moons
a red mars wall flower
In the darkening room
Tracks
Needle documents
Pointillism
In a vacant scene
umbrellas are inside out
And women are screaming
Upside down In elegant dresses
death a suitor waiting for
a dance
The Scottish fold kitten
screensaver
On her cell phone
Attempt's to erase the
muddy river inside
When she feels almost
nothing.
The Scottish fold kitten interrupts the heroin addict
poetry
2012