My pitiful world is painted with streaks of gray , with blackness
from tear drops in laden skylight , from clocks that freeze
time on bewildering , blue days
People are laughing at my infirmity , collecting cash
at my expense , mocking my every move , dilating
the past , bearing canine incisors and fangs , freezing me in my tracks* ....
Copyright February 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved