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