in a pool of water
as the camera rolled
his wayward daughter
wet and cold
but he couldn’t spot her

Loneliness sits
in a ***** martini
salty and cloudy
in her stuffed bikini
she’s a bit rowdy
for a teeny ******

Loneliness sits
in a paperback
pages yellow
lines are hacked
in type, she bellows
they say she’s whacked

Loneliness sits
in a gilded cage
a broken mirror
it’ll age
only queerer
but never sage