fruitless

sad to say
this organic thing
living in me today

a forbidden desire
a faulty sink

eyes that glow
hair a pretty shade
breasts that gleam
smile deceitful

my heart a shade mean
mean
mean
mean


like Samson I shaved my head
bald and clean
unfortunate my gratitude
polka dot stockings
prancing around
making a scene


I'm weakened by the now
hearing with my eyeballs
feeling my way to the seen

now is my port destiny
eventual is to far to walk
tomorrow is what is truthfully mean

my hearts lifestyle petty
it's a house straw brick sturdy

glass houses full of rocks can't be seen