Been ‘beautiful’, some shall say – so very acutely aware as to the absolute nature of it all
Fastidious people who do take some time indeed
to wine aside pine like clock-stock crazy
Beneath these utmost hungry skies of, they shall sit and fold misshapen legs to prey, deceptively treasured theirs
Holistic ‘sweethearts’
bringing fliers and pink flowers atop chocolate ‘cookie’ everything
With delicate smoke-diamonds of their wide-eyed own
permitted safely inside
To strike their utterly
divided-apart
individuality none too subtly through each ‘corrupt’ one of us
who tend to carry kaleidoscope hearts fair detrimentally within
at lightning speed, per say
Til we breath akin to derelict they – make tumbleweed, upside-down hay
Stick a fork in it, we’re the crumbs… to reimburse this feast
Where ever did they go?
Up in vanquished ‘smoke’
And, what’s more, in an oh so strangely general scheme of things
Buddha be to God, we’ve been hoodwinked to crazy
Gotta blame the flaming-lipped taste
