Life has cast her ugly stare at you once more.
What a spring from which all beautiful once did flow
Now dried up and dammed by vermin
You fell into a Druid fever at Chuck E. Cheese as you screamed at the chipping paint
And atomic mouse machines
You are as mad as I
Or at the very least as once as mad as I were
Your cheeks have become swollen with carelessness
And carelessness has cheeked its rosy hue on to your pillow
All hail the pure and virgin canvas the pillow your pillow
The now mascara and lipstick stained salty tear laden pillow on the bed that you have made
YOU ARE READING
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
