Aside

You stand on the edge, a patient

Wolf. No paper or pen recording

The same, in every direction; the

Ugly truth. A homeless Messiah

Chants the blame. Diamond cut

Dolls and platinum suits; a blinding

Crowd reared to unthink. Stiletto

Shots, immaculate boots; their

Calfskin baggage still fresh and

Pink. Ride out and find sanity

Alone, collect broken thoughts

Left out in the rain. Untag the

Sorrow, you call your home. No

One can suggest you live in vain.