Take a bow there’s a ocean filled with empties
drunk turtles showing no signs of empathy
towards the Jars of pickled eggs
on the beach resort.
the news waved off like flotilla
of saints with scandal ringing
terracotta elevating views
life was finely balanced act
Of deportment recipes
On the precipice of bow ties and
dances so macabre the parquet
Was covered in free flowing
Clover with Sculptures
Covering their eyes of Apache
made Into muse’s and masquerades
Balls Hot on heels of Sorrow
Dragging the ashen trees that fall
With chains through snow
Covered forests.
