No I am not a freak
a relative dancer
an ecstatic frown snuck under fog
my streak has dwindled to smog
the smoke has risen to the distant mountains
painted rivulets careened by printing presses
as the glint in gleams has faded
to creaking floor boards
contoured faces tightly ridden in barks
as my eyes gleam to the horizons and morrows
no I am not a freak