...a sight for eyes...

an afterthought to the sublime
curled around my feet
dragging like open sores
a menace griping the serene like sharks teeth on lily cradle fragile

a parade that won’t end
past the cheering
the screaming
the waving
and the pushed way past surreal

traces of this ricochet
dart from smile to sweat
to no more
no more

play that tune
and make it go
south

play that tune
and make it go
south

for another hard winter
spreads out in blinking lights
and song

i can’t hack this hard enough
i can’t grind the edge till break
i can’t quit seeing you behind me
gift wrapped
and grinning

-arf 05