uncut toenails mock the vanities of the living
continually growing fibrous and strong
a shrinking self

a light lunar pull
draws he deepest depths to your eyes
they puddle at the surface
who am i, to dip my toes in?

lightly perched upon beautiful
bare feet
what a magnificent sole

lost
not that is matters
everything is cyclical
everything is peachy

a sour spot on you left side
or was it the right
three days, falling apart already

and some rise at this hour?

dogs run rampant
myriad cigarettes protruding from their necks
effects of an american economy, hopelessly dependent

cute pooch, that look
that look
just jonesin' for a ***

who is he
to know what's really goin on
everything is out of his control

the cotton woods wailed
and sandwiches fell
and i don't every really feel that alone

i am becoming unwanted
death
destroying worlds

sometimes i look at the moon
fat and dull
and just keep thinking

resting on the crest of a sliver
cloaked in a starry embrace
an apathetic upturned smile

satisfied with all that goes on
wistfully wandering towards dawn
incandescent beams pierce her supple skin