I stand in midnight
blue dressed in wind
strewn silk dark river
glows like mercury reflecting
my deformed past far away
Dali's clock hands spin
discontinuous circles as wolves
combine in unison to strike.
Roxanne had surgery
A tuck to her face
Eyes that now appear
always half shut
Younger she stands
Distorted and false
Man's chimerical quest
For the perfect
Female product.
I am not allowed honesty.
That which is feared
and misunderstood shall not
be permitted inside there
is no mercy or kindness
Only buck fifty ale
and fish tales.
It is quiet here now
And the birds feed free
I love the stillness
and the wild places
I love the strength
The goodness of the loamy earth
And sandstorms that leave traces
in every crack
Like a life lived
in imperfection
and harsh flavors.
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