• Kaleidoscope

    Calm august morning
    No sunshine today… so long to the fantasy of being in reality
    Grasping at particles meshing a cloak to hide our false identities
    Farewells are in order and wills to be written but first,
    An elegy for someone, who in a few hours, we won’t be missing.
    Sparking heated debates over crochets and spews
    People working their “tired hands”
    Weaving threads of light, beneath thinly veiled shadow glass.
    It’s a painted mesh. It’s a stupid joke.
    It’s a painted machine. It’s almost dream like.
    Heated December afternoon
    Vacant rooms in some closet motel…alone
    Finishing the next Grapes of Wrath
    Stash on 99cents store shelves in a small town.
    Life’s a formula, but nobody’s good at math, so no one cares to solve it…
    Bankrupt, homeless, and unemployed equals’ freedom.
    It’s a painted mesh. It’s a stupid joke.
    It’s a painted machine. It’s almost dream like.
    Muddy April Evening
    Watching films on mute while listening to catch a drop of rain.
    Canisters full of brandy in the fridge Brandy’s full of s**t, but that’s purpose enough I guess
    The centerfold of the universe is heaving breaths, blows ashes astray.
    It’s a painted mesh. It’s a stupid joke.
    It’s a painted machine. It’s almost dream like.
    Years move in cycles in my washing machine
    It’s almost dream like…like…like...like

    crying