July 19

Idolized and more
she picks at all her riches
ceasing to amaze
the over-riding message,
that swims like a school of fish.


Taking off to Mars
would indeed challenge my tact;
treading the skylights,
camping out until it snows,
it shows a window to come.


What's at stake is this:
a pitchfork slamming my sight,
so immobilized
to reach for what I enjoy
and fit rather than adjust.


Humour me for once
for I know your tendencies,
your natural strides.
Re-direct me, but lie not,
for my views of you shall stay.


Choose me the given
when carrots dangle the choices.
All made to believe,
what's fed and recycled
to twist from sand to castles.


Stylized neatly,
presenting circles and squares.
It kills to be wrong
when subjected creations
are yet again pushed aside.


All the jazz and more
gives me more to contemplate
about such highlights,
when all displayed are the low
so what's feasible rings true.


Despeckled insides
until they disintegrate
with its own language
muffles to self in distress:
"I knew it would not turn out."


Quietly present
appears dandy wallflowers
oddly sweet they show
an array of their faucets,
proving slightly of interest.