Sunday mourning
with all the windows open.
Smoldering, tumbling down
defeated strangers turning
circles around a garbage bin.
Hallowed ground and
tear free innocence
mingle together
in voluminous clouds of
pretending.
Flames across the sky.
Fire inside the life.
Dumping negatives and
positives into
a heated frying pan.
Immediately a portion
of hope is
counter-attacked by
the burning Teflon.
Flames across the sky.
Fire inside the life.
Sunday represents
dying and dying and dying.
Excellent!
Excellent!