PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

from your profile
your one visible eye, colorless in the dim theater
was like a bauble buried in a bird’s nest
such a glistening swirled pearl surrounded by mud
and indeed the world is mud

always dripping
lower with our ambitions,

falling disromantically into tiny, massive clumps
that should also have been jewels.
and none of us know what went wrong. Dropping lower until all I want
is to stay here with you
in a dark room.