Fog faced the city
      new age distractions
middle meager action
           no interaction
           no attraction
words few and far in between
   like the occasional drops
     that squeeze thru the ceiling
A finger to the fog
      cheshire cat
Smiles nearby, bus art
      the best art

A blank naked book
         for writing?!
         It must be mine
My mother, other sister
        in the back of my mind
        begged me to scribe
        so i will till I BLEED
This tabla raza she cried
        you will fill with our words
Even though you will realize
        they are surely yrs
Bury the tablet deep in yourself
    it might hurt a lot
    BUT TO RAISE A NEW HEAVEN
        one must built it from rot
So shove it deep into
   the hell of your pocket
Heaven above must surely spot it
Don't fear my dear
Loose yourself in the toys
play soothing piano for the boisterous boys
grab the gems the unwanted daughters
     they don't need anything
         but forceful fathers
THE SHIRT THE SHIRTS!
  blinding brilliant colors
Above all these distractions the doors a little farther
Butterflys to the feet
       to soften
            yr
          step
but remember to run if they quicken their step!
WE WILL SEE WHO RUNS OUT OF BREATH

A sidelong glance, nothing exposed
3 chances past, she taunts she knows
An urge put off, a growing fire
soon Ill do it, my funeral pyre
Since I sense no meaning, no
       nothing in sight
Ill wait to see her, see her at night
Hellen in Hell, burning blue bells
  lights ever melting, molting, morphing
  the winged worm, I so adore thee
Monarch of me, I'm queen of thee
We'll explode in the sky
        two wings of the same butterfly