We and are the dreamily stage
and now its bad unkept leftovers,
The town stage has been frozen
and lost forever in her maze.

Sun claws to surface spitting dirt,
That sweet girl like strawberry yoghurt
never took to eyes that never flirted
your words as friend asserted.

Break the golden vase upon my chest
always a kindly breath of a guest
a final spectre of a past event,
let go as gentle beach kindly flows.

A brick cracks through concrete.
walking through the city and its places.
swan with a frown and I imagine a gown
gorgeous skin came from which she sown.