A Little Life to Laugh

Genomes shudder as the entertained just bob their heads

Shifting sands shake our hands, a soft exhale as they believed every word they heard

The game left on pause as the television has long cooled the cathodes dreaming of our journeys in future's past. 

 Sutures ruptured long ago, guts spilled, time killed.

Sold short of the honor and dignity long promised in nursery rhymes dead end girls whisper

Blood thinned full of diluted minutes counting down to zero

Tell all novels confess the pieces that helped us find ourselves

Bent all out of shape in fractured mirrors

Relationships so bane with all along the carpets

Miasmatic cautions as the rotten apples bob their heads

Genomes shudder, and burst at the wet exhales labored through grave walls

Tame frames of alphabetic chance spells out a better name

Blood spills and dries

Return to sender

The high horse dies along the way

Watery graves sing 

Circles end