a sad disappointment
saunters in from the cold
near medieval measures
marred by love
essential beings beheld in some
vague glory
tourists are we
banned from the real cities
meandering about in darkened doorways
fostering notions that we are fortunate
humanity
a pissed off hybrid
of saintly intentions
stuffed into a heavy moving
uncomfortable mass
plagued with numerous flaws
which if it could
very likely would
remind those souls
that have yet stepped
into their roles
that what looks perfect on
does not necessarily feel perfect
every moment that such restrictive suit
is on
Melissa
(written Dec.24,2003 235am)